Where I'm from, duct tape is the very fabric that holds life together.
With my dad at the helm, my family used duct tape for everything - repairing stuff, building stuff, holding stuff together, maintaining vehicles, kidnapping people. . .
(For all the FBI agents reading my blog today, that was a joke. . . or was it?)
Anywho, with my current "situation" duct tape has been invaluable.
It has helped me get around in my main mode of transportation since Jan. 5 or so, my computer chair and walker combo (shown here as exhibit A).
Yes, that is my Christmas tree and other holiday decorations in the background.
I'm not ashamed that it's almost March and they are still up.
They make me happy.
In my defense, I broke my ankle on Jan. 3, and didn't have time to take the down.
(And probably wouldn't have anyway, as anyone who knows me will tell you.)
But I'm getting off topic. This is all about the duct tape.
As you can see here, we've used it to tape down anything that could make my getting around difficult:
This is just so I can get to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. You should see the other rooms.
So, you can imagine my horror when I ran out of duct tape Tuesday night.
Ok, maybe my reaction didn't include a roller coaster or bad 80s hair, but I wanted it to. (You have to watch the video to get this one, guys.)
For all its power, duct tape doesn't last forever.
It's life is particular short when you roll over it with a computer chair over and over again several times a day.
So, I don't have any more.
I hope I can survive.
You hang in there girl. We're thinking about you!