Damien Walters and I – Separated at Birth. Obviously.

I don’t need to say much about today’s post. The remarkable, ridunkulous, crazypants human body in this clip will speak for itself. Damien, dude. I want to be you. Especially now as I feel my years piling up on top of the nausea my boys brought home from school for me this week. Naturally I have been surfing YouTube all day. (I’m lying. Spent the day running around like the proverbial Mom-Chicken trying to figure out why I felt so lousy, until it occurred to me that my sick boys probably gave me something. And it wasn’t a string of pearls. Or a note of adoration. Or a pound of chocolate. It was little ooshy tummy germs. Bleah. They also gave me this YouTube clip. But it’s cool. Because Damien is totally the cure for ooshy tummy germs. Seriously. Watch:)

That, my dears, is gorgeous. The fluidity of movement. The strength. The control. The abs, er, I mean *cough*Married*cough*, The covet-worthy coolness of changing trajectory mid-air. Man. As my littlest child-person said, that would come in handy. I dont know where, but it would. Probably in a Walmart on Black Friday. I NEED to be able to fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee á la Damien Walters.

Sigh. In the meantime, I guess I’ll have to settle for this:

Abs of cheese sauce, that’s what those are, my people. And vocal chords of velvet. I mean, did you hear that little shriek that sounded like a chew-toy going through a rock crusher? This is why I am paid the medium bucks, folks.

But in truth, I can totally do what Mr. Damien does. I’ll show you sometime. When I’m not, you know, sick. Or busy. Or writing a novel. Or blogging. Or, like, raising kids and being a veritable Donna Reed. Or knitting doggie cozies. Yeah. When I’m done with that? Call me. 


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My greatest pleasure in life has been raising my four excellent children--some of whom liked me so much that they keep coming back. My second greatest pleasure has been doing whatever I can to make people laugh and create bright moments. I hope to do a bit more good in the world before I go the way of it. And if not, I'd better at least get to spend some serious time writing and singing in a castle somewhere in the UK.

4 Comments

  1. Thank you, chicita! Those shoes cost me a whopping $6. Love them even more.
    Now I just need to hack the theme and get rid of some of the white space at the top. Eep. I’m skeert. Do you want to come out here and do it for me? We can go to Orange Leaf afterward.

    • Pshaw! (don’t think I’ve ever used that word before) Have that guy try to do what you do for a week and he would be sitting in a corner crying “Mama” in no time. Honest.

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