2003-08-18 - 10:46 a.m.

And now� the third installment in what we will look back on as:

The NO SHOES DIARIES.

(sorry for the "again with the no exciting accompanying graphic" I promise they will return)

This Entry:

�BEDRIDDEN ISLE� (sung to the tune of that beloved TV Jingle Favorite "Gilligan�s Island�)

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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

a tale of a fateful TRICK.

That started from this HILLSIDE HOME,

aboard this WACKY CHICK.

HER MATE was a mighty PATIENT GAL,

AWESOME, BRAVE and PURE.

The WACKY CHICK and HER TRAINER set out that day,

for a ONE HOUR TOUR, a ONE HOUR TOUR���

The WORKOUT started getting rough,

the WACKY CHICK was hurt.

If not for the QUICK THINKING of the CHATTY TRAINER,

the WACKY CHICK would be lost; the WACKY CHICK would be lost.

The WACKY CHICK took TO BED on the shore of this WONDERFULLY RESTORED 50�S HOME�.

with VICODIN, and MOTRIN too,

the ICE PACKS, and THE REMOTES,

the CORDLESS PHONES, the CHIROPRACTOR and DEFENSELESS PILLOWS�..

Here on BEDRIDDEN ISLE.

More notes from BEDRIDDEN ISLE later today.

Xoxoxo me