Fixing stuff, myself included…
Getting There
Getting from here to there is not always easy; sometimes the route is less direct than you anticipated. Many things can happen along the way to distract you from reaching your destination in a timely manner. In fact you may not even reach your destination at all. Suppose somewhere a long the way you encounter an unexpected request for assistance and you feel obligated, or some other situation presents itself that must be addressed before you can proceed. That’s what happened to Mr. Potatoehead on the day he was scheduled for eye surgery.
What was wrong with Mr. Potatoehead’s eyes?
It wasn’t so much what was wrong, but rather the number of eyes Mr. Potatoehead had. He had always been a firm believer in “an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.” It was that strong belief that kept him passed the usual time on the Freudian’s couch. Therapy had progressed very nicely up to a point, but as you know there are many things about teeth that Freudians feel compelled to [lie] upon. What I mean, is that teeth have a very sexual connotation to Freudian therapists. Having revealed his staunch conviction pertaining to the eye and tooth equation very near the end of his hour, Mr. Potatoehead was feeling a sense (not common) of catharsis. Emotionally drained, but charged at the same time he leapt from the couch, and hurried towards the door. Just as he was about to slip through the door, the quite overwrought therapist jumped up from his chair, knocking over his glowing pipe onto floor, and shouted out, “but, Potatoehead ole boy we’ve not yet finished the hour.” Mr. Potatoehead turned back as the red tobacco embers were adding rug fibers to their list of carcinogens; without hesitation he threw himself onto the floor and rolled vigorously back and forth over the smoking rug.
But what about his eyes?
Later, I’ve got to get offline now.