I expected to wake up one morning where Pandora would want me to feed her, but when I tried to get out of bed I couldn’t because all I had were stumps needing peg legs. (I always wanted to grow up to be Peter Stuyvesant…not. It is tough when in Manhattan, the Stuyvesant High School teams are called the Peg Legs. Oh great, we are playing a team called Blue Devils and our quarterback, like old Pete, only has one eye. One eye, one wide receiver, but I digress).
Pandora stopped eating my feet, because she decided they make good pillows. Comforting.