Stork Legs

My darling 4-year-old daughter greeted me this morning in the kitchen with her shirt stretched over her nose. "Doddy!", she admonished, with a twinkle in her eye, "Did you do sumfin?"

"No, I didn't.", I frowned. "Your mother is boiling an egg."

And with that said, boy do I look silly this morning. After I arrived at work I realized I have a rawtha severe case of static cling. I yelled, "Get off me!" at my pants, but that didn't seem to work, so I hobbled as quickly as I could from elevator to elevator, hoping no one would see me before I got to my desk.

I feel like a plastic-wrapped stork.