December 30, 2009

He's Just Mostly Dead

Death Chic(k) is at it again this year. If you want to get in on it, click here...

http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/californiadeadpool/

But remember mostly dead, as is the case with several celebs, does not count.

December 7, 2009

It's OK It Wasn't a Heart Attack.

I mean I didn’t REALLY think it was, but when you get a stabbing pain in your left breast like you’re being pierced with a warm dagger, you perk up a little and wonder. For a freightened second or two I checked my left arm, took my own pulse and then realized that the shortness of breath was because I was holding it.

It’s not my fault. Every time I turn on the TV I see that I should be on a different medication. So it’s no wonder I have developed a slight case of hypochondria.

Anywho, the problem was not apparent till I stood up and realized I appeared to be listing to the left. Then I knew I had a fail with a vital piece of my undergarment’s superstructure.

This isn’t the first time I’ve unhinged an underwire, and unfortunately it’s not the first time I broke one at work. In fact over the years I have had many brassiere blow outs. Once time I snapped a strap while bartending, so all night long I was putting in a little extra buttery nipple every time I mixed a drink.

Luckily over the years I have learned my lesson and I travel prepared. In my MacGyver purse I keep safety pins for strap reattachments and hook ruptures. I keep tissues to pad the stabby end of a protruding underwire. And in case of a break-the-glass type emergency, I keep duct tape in the trunk of my car.

Note: Do not get duct tape on your areola.