All this running and recovery talk is exhausting. If I had Dr. Drew here to help me rehab, it would be a lot easier. Especially because I have a slight crush on him.
So, I’m lightening the mood.
Do you know what an anagram is? It’s word play. You rearrange the letters of something like your name and come up with a new phrase. Kovas brought this up recently. I can’t remember what his anagram was, but probably “I love my thermajock.”
postmaster = stamp store.
slot machines = cash lost in ‘em.
For some reason I love the anagram. I like to believe it reveals something very deep about ourselves.
For example, my name in anagram is many things, but my faves are:
- Inbred Host – this must have been from the days when I lived in West Virginia and was the product of my mother and uncle’s secret union in the barn out back. I liked to entertain at my house, so people called me a host. An inbred host.
- Rob Den Shit – this was when I snuck into the fox’s den in the middle of the night and stole some turds.
- Honest Bird – this is my favorite and I like to think it’s the best description of who I am.
I just wish my name was Polly Pool because then I would be Poop Yell Lo. Poop Yellow!! Don’t even ask how long it took me to figure that one out.
Always an honest bird,