I'm not worried. I'm not worried at all.
While he was enjoying his birthday weekend, I was striking a deal with Satan.
Well, not actually with Satan, but, with his tools, and, by tools, I mean my orthotics. Remember them? No? Can't say that I blame you; I stopped bitching about them years ago. You know, when I stopped wearing them because they were determined to kill me.
Flash forward to today, when I am having so much trouble with my feet, I am loathe to take my first step each morning. It doesn't get much better with each of the 10,000 steps that I have committed to take throughout the day, either.
So, I am back to the
You know, eventually.
Still of the devil, though. Not changing my mind about that.
On a totally unrelated topic, (well, not totally unrelated, I mean, it happened while I was on my first orthotic-wearing-walk-around the park), I saw the strangest thing yesterday.
Yes, even stranger than the previous run-on sentence.
I saw....wait for it...SPIDERMAN.
In the park.
So, ok, it was a teenager dressed like Spiderman, but, I mean, he was full-on dressed like Spiderman, we're talking tight body suit, mask, boots, all of it. And, he was crouching on top of a pole in the classic Spiderman squat while his friend video taped him, or took pictures, or whatever.
I figured it was for a school project or some random YouTube channel or his college applications or something, so, I walked by them as nonchalantly as I could muster, which, they seemed to appreciate. Because, yeah, they probably thought they looked ridiculous or something. Bitch, please, I raised the Man-Cub; there isn't a lot of awkward geeky teen aged boy stuff that I haven't seen. Your secret is safe with me.
And now, I can say that I shared the park with a super hero. Sure beats the hell out of the disk-golf players I usually share the park with; they areusually trying their damn best to slice my head off with their stupid plastic Frisbees.
I'll take the web-slinger over decapitation, any day.