Jim Down!

When I left for town on Thursday, I popped an acetaminophen. That's because my joints were achy, being deprived of their three-nights-in-a-row ibuprofen. I'm sure we've been through this before. My doctor nurse practitioner says to skip one day out of four, to spare my kidneys. I guess he doesn't have the same love for my liver, allowing me to take acetaminophen at my whim. Not that I would. It does virtually nothing for me.

Anyhoo... I took that acetaminophen while walking out the door. I figured I should probably have some food in my stomach to cushion its fall retroactively into my stomach. So I grabbed a mini Slim Jim off the box on the counter. I keep them around for Farmer H, so he can have some protein to partially counteract any sugar that he sneaks when he's out from under my thumb.

When I stopped at Mailbox Row, I ripped open the Slim Jim and took a bite. I laid it on T-Hoe's console while I got out for the mail. When I climbed back into the driver's seat, I heard a text, which turned out to be from The Pony, concerning the lab work he's doing for free with outrageously expensive nanoparticles. I left for town, forgetting about my Slim Jim until I came to the first curve in the blacktop road.

JIM DOWN!

That Slim Jim slid off T-Hoe's console, all the way across the vacuuming-needing floor mat of the passenger side. So much for that acetaminophen's gastric cushioning. Of course I kept looking at it all the way to town. (Which I shouldn't have, due to an event I will reveal tomorrow.) I figured I'd give soiled Slim Jim to Juno and Jack when I got home. Sorry, dogs. At my first stop, I went to the passenger side and rescued Jim. Ate him in three more bites. It was after noon, by cracky, and I was feeling peckish!

If Jim wasn't so slim, maybe he could hang on better during the ride.