It was tough to see anything through my lightbulb costume. I kept tipping over, drawn by the gravitational pull of my giant, shiny head. The clock and the iron got really ticked off and steamed because I kept dominoing the percolator down into them--see their strained smiles? I couldn't help it, really! Okay, once, maybe twice, I did it because I was bored. In this photo, you see the percolator fiercely confronting me and holding her ground by poking her spout into my ribs. I don't blame her. It was a tough gig for all of us. Coffee break? HA! With just a big ol' bulbous head and no hands? Dream on.
My Second Job!
It was tough to see anything through my lightbulb costume. I kept tipping over, drawn by the gravitational pull of my giant, shiny head. The clock and the iron got really ticked off and steamed because I kept dominoing the percolator down into them--see their strained smiles? I couldn't help it, really! Okay, once, maybe twice, I did it because I was bored. In this photo, you see the percolator fiercely confronting me and holding her ground by poking her spout into my ribs. I don't blame her. It was a tough gig for all of us. Coffee break? HA! With just a big ol' bulbous head and no hands? Dream on.
