...when rolled over inadvertently by a 200-lb. woman in a wheelchair, bubble wrap sounds exactly like a very bad, extremely terrifying electrical problem.
Or so I'm told.
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When a 200-lb woman steps on a piece of bubble wrap, it makes Ruby bark.
Posted by: alphabitch | September 03, 2007 at 09:22 PM
Aw, poor Ruby! Good girl! pat pat pat
Now if only we could determine what makes her eat things with rhinestones.
Posted by: Sara | September 04, 2007 at 06:53 AM
That sounds like the most satisfying thing to do!
Posted by: Sugared Harpy | September 07, 2007 at 09:41 AM
Hee hee -- It was fun, at least to do once. But now I have jettisoned the wheelchair altogether. More on that later.
Posted by: Sara | September 15, 2007 at 05:48 AM