Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Even though I'm horrified that I may be exhibiting signs of appendicitis* and even though most people remember the anniversary of your death -- I remember your birthday, Elvis. Oh, my goodness! I'm older than you were when you died. How'd that happen?
Maybe you'll make appearances at select k-Marts and on toasted tortillas and tree stumps around the country. Maybe you'll be in the shadows of Graceland and even dancing on your grave. I don't know what your plans are, but me? I'm gonna slap on Elvis shades (Model LS 3561) if I'm not in the hospital, and maybe even then.
Whoops, gotta puke again. See ya' around the sandbox.
Thank you, Elvis. Thank you very much,
*Okay, at the time I wrote that, I was horrified that I might be having appendicitis, but I have since decided this is merely a garden-variety case of food poisoning. Yays. Maybe that's just as good a way to commemorate the King as any other... uh uh huh!