At 4:23 this morning we welcomed wittle Wocky Johnson into the world.
Having been in labor with him since last Friday evening I was ready and baby, he was ready..
His little person was caught in a fine strainer and soon he was isolated and celebrated and ready for his first automobile ride. A one-way trip.
His pain in my side and elsewhere days are done and his meteorlike looking self will be tested in a cold, heartless, kidneyless lab.
Then he will be crushed and share in the demise of other similar disgusting objects,
Furnace, fire or flush - I give not a damn what. We have had our moments.
Don't let the Tidy Bowl Man smack you on the way out. Or do. (c) tim tim@timjohnsonphoto.com
