Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 04, 2016

Will the ice cream man stop for you?

If not, send up a rocket red flare.

The world is filled with interesting people.I am trying not to be one of them.I expect to eventually be successful, but not in the way I had intended.

Those that love me, may they love me.Those that don’t love me, may God turn their hearts.And if He won’t turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles,That I may know them by their limping.-[supposedly] Irish Prayer.

Limp Wrist Door Handle

Siúlaim le cuspóir. Agus limp.

(Cuidíonn an limp fónamh mo chuspóir, a bhfuil comhbhrón a fháil.)

Wow. If I squint real hard at today’s picture, I can almost imagine fishnet stockings.

I understand how you can swim with a porpoise, but how do you walk with one, they don’t even have legs. What? Oh… never mind.

If I’m limping, it’s only because I am happy to see you.For some reason, it makes my posterior tibial tendon bunch up. I’m not really sure why.That’s a lie, of course. It’s really lumbar damage from repetitive stress and radial burst pressure fracturing.But I didn’t want to be obvious.

If I limp, I’m a gimp. If not, fear not, for I walk with a purpose (not porpoise, you guys).’Course, it may be a fiendish purpose…. Mwahahahah!

“I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy …"

Muppet style!

So, would it then be to get limpathy?