When a couple of our boys were little, we purchased an inflatable clown that was about 4 ft tall when when inflated. It was named Bozo, or Brillo or something like that. It had a rounded bottom so that when it was punched hard enough it fell down but promptly stood right back up again, only to be punched again! That's me! I fit that description exactly.
I lost some very,very sentimental keep-sakes in the dastardly deed perpetrated in my home yesterday but I have no other choice but to get back up again and wait for the next punch. I'll make every effort to dodge the next one. Life comes at ya' fast. Ciao
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Sorry to hear that G'ma. Some real weasels out and about. (I do remember those Bozo clowns.)
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