Tie-Dyed Brain Rays

If I Only Had a Card

Oh, my rust is really itchin'
If you'll pardon me for bitchin'
But it really chaps my can.

I can't reach a patch to scratch it,
so I scratch it with my hatchet.
Could you stop and lend a hand?

Picture me some WD
to spray on my caboose.
Wee! I feel so free
and my lug nuts just came loose!

I don't mean to show defiance
I'm just an old appliance
a tool from the shed.

But sand me, rub me, buff me
polish me and love me...
Oops! I got oil on the bed.

Spring Cleaning

I'm keeping the flowers.

Erin Go Bragh

I once knew a bonnie Irish lass. It seems it was a thousand years ago. It was in another place and time, another life altogether.

Nose to the Grindstone

Mr. Carlson has really been keeping my nose to the old grindstone since I joined WKRP. I don't mind, really. I'm having a ball and making my paper. But while I've been engrossed in work other things have begun to slip. When I finally popped my head up, I realized it has been a couple of weeks since I last blogged.