Tina Fey, the great comedy goddess, is at it again.
I guess after all the talk about Fey looking like Republican VP choice Sarah Palin, the only thing left for Fey to do was spoof her.
Here's the video from www.nbc.com, and it's funny:
For weeks, many have said Palin and Fey look alike. Fey returned to the show that helped make her famous to do the spoof.
This week, many questioned whether Fey would return to play Palin again.
I just want to go outside. . .
Can a sister get her Target shopping on?
Without a walker
Without a wheelchair
and by her darn self!
Can I just go out without it being a big production, and without needing several production assistants to get this big girl on the road?
To leave my second-floor apartment, I have to:
1. Hop down 20 or so steps on one leg,
2. Use a walker to get through the foyer (still hopping on the good leg)
3. Get help outside the door
4. Hop down like eight more steps with assistance
5. Use the walker (and hop) to get to the car.
Needless to say, this sucks.
By the time I get outside, I just want to go back in the house and go to sleep because just trying to leave the house sucks up all my energy.
(Don't mind me - I'm frustrated, and having a pity party for one. . . bear with me - the whining continues below.)
I just want to go to Target and look at its beautiful products with a cup of Starbucks' ice tea lemonade in my hand and a smile on my face.
Is that too much to ask?
So, you've probably guessed it by now - I'm going a little stir crazy from being in the house for days and days on end.
I know the weather is bad, and it's unsafe for me to go out right now, but I really, really just want to get out of my apartment.
Does anyone have a forklift I could borrow?
Guess not.
Like my niece would say when she's upset, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Sigh. . .
I need a hug.
Having a broken ankle, and not working has given me a chance to pause and take stock of my life.
It's provided me with the time to ponder the important questions. These inquiries deal with life and death, love and loss - you know, the important things in life.
They're questions we ignore during the hustle and bustle of our busy lives, but ones we should consider.
For example, I was wondering, could I survive a zombie attack?
If half-dead, flesh-eating, brain-devouring zombies began to roam the earth, or specifically, my hood, would I be able to live through it?
I mean, zombies are no joke. You've got to be on your toes around them.
Just one bite - one scratch, and you're going to be the next one with oozing skin, decaying body parts falling off and a craving for some nice, hot brains.
And in recent years, zombies have grown from being slow-moving legions of the undead to being track stars with the hunting skills of jaguars.
Around 7 a.m., which seems to be the time my ankle likes to wake me up and remind me that it's broken, still pissed with me about it and in pain, I asked myself, how would I protect my brain from from the zombies?
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