Nobody on this planet
knows psychological warfare like my
Parents.
When I was a kid and my Parents used to argue
and it was clear no one was giving in
this is how they called a winner.
The first one to convince the other
that they could get to a store
first
and buy me this toy
before the other one
and get it into my hands
WON.
No.
I never did get the toy.
Darn It.
Irregular Bones 
This is who I am. A wind up toy that does the same thing over and over for the amusement of those around me, year after year, until, I suppose, the batteries wear out and then I’ll just be thrown away. Yup, that’s me.
See you in the bin L.
There will be much plotting.
Muchly.
Muchly muchly.
damn that’s cute. now i want one
If you don’t count on MY PARENTS to cough one up it’s within your reach N.M.
Naw, you plot; I’m too beat up.
Okay…I’ll plot, but I ain’t leaving you behind L.
amm
Thanks, AM. Truth be told the most caring people I’ve encountered today have been from the Blogosphere.
So, to reinforce my first statement, I go into work this morning with a raging respiratory infection just to take care of something for the powers-that-be. I tell TPTB that I am going home afterwards because I am sick. TPTB tells me that “if you are so sick that you have to go home, then you have to go to the doctor.” Oh and by the way take care of X,Y & Z before you go.
Yup, I’m just like the wind up chimp.
PS I would like to point out that I have 153 days of accumulated sick time so it’s not like I take time off very often.
TPTB is a putz.
I hope you coughed into water cooler before you left.
My cousin had one of these. That bitch had everything.