My buddy gets his cast off Monday after six weeks. It's an L-shaped cast, shoulder to wrist. On his right arm. He's right handed. For him, Monday is every Christmas he ever had as a child.
This picture makes me feel better for him as I'd thought, without seeing him (because he's too hideous at this point to look at), that his arm was set more away from his body, like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. Still, this has GOT to be a pain in the a..rm.
His people did him up right when he got his cast in late January. Still, he'll be glad to see the Saints go marching out.
I have been poor in blog time management lately but will tighten up.
Upcoming blogs:
Finish the book of James.
Contagious Christianity series.
Whey the Oscars were good/bad.
Tom Hanks and War in the Pacific Series starting March 14
Who will win the World Series.
Why Delbert McClinton and Wayne Toups are good at what they do.
SEEYA!
