If you are confused, read my earlier post titled The Shaven Wookie.
I wish I could remember who said, “If you can’t laugh at yourself, you may be missing out on the joke of the century.” I have found humor in my own mishap. I would like to share with you.
If poodles had CSI, my bathroom trash can would look like a crime scene.
I passed a nearsighted fortune teller. She thought I was her crystal ball.
I considered experiments involving Miracle-Gro and Rogaine. I smell an origin story.
I may draw a face on it. Then my kids’ll think I really have eyes in the back of my head.
If somebody mistakes me for a ball at the bowling alley, heads will roll.
As long as it is in good fun, have any more? After all of the ribbing I’ve given the follicle-challenged loved ones in my life, I’ve got it coming.