Get out of jail free

The bedarrest jailbreak continues.

Today, I went to ABT (a home electronics/appliance store) in the suburbs and picked out the appliances for the new kitchen. I did this from a motorized scooter.

No, really.

And because we have no camera battery, I could not take a photo. I know this makes you oh-so-sad inside the Internets, and it makes me sad too.

This outing also included a stop for lunch at Pita Inn.

Mmmmm. Schwarma. Hummus. Falafel.

There I was tooling around ala George Costanza. The great amusement of the scooter was I could not figure out how to go a nice smooth speed. So I would either jerk to a start and continue flying down the aisle, or I would screech to a halt.

Not to mention the many times I almost banged into a display or a large refrigerator. Or other shoppers. Because you know, it's three days before Christmas and there are a lot of flipping people out there shopping.

So a big shout out for getting out of bed again. This marks the third outing in a week, as I went out for Mexican food with my friends on Tuesday night.

Just try to stop me. I cannot be kept in the bed. Bedresters unite and break your chains. Actually, only bedresters who are close to 32-34 weeks and have the OK from a doctor. I am not an advocate for breaking the rules, although I do play one on TV.