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When I was a baby an unfortunate drop broke my left leg. They stuck a cast on it, which I promptly learned to wedge in my crib rails so that I could wriggle my leg out of it.
To this day my mom thinks I did that out of pure meanspiritedness. I suspect, however, that I itched.
Posted by: Dorothea Salo | March 10, 2005 10:18 AM
**scritch scritch**
Posted by: shelley | March 10, 2005 12:55 PM
When I was castified (as opposed to castigated), I found that a well-used drumstick (roughed up by the rim of the snare) was really, really effective.
Posted by: Scott | March 10, 2005 10:37 PM