Monday, April 18, 2011
O is for Octopus
I want to be an octopus. No, really I do. To have eight arms—eight! Imagine the possibilities. I could type four novels at the same time. I could pour milk, make breakfast, pack lunches, and tie up the garbage—all at once! I could write an example on the white board, type functions into the calculator, write up that kid texting in the corner—and sign two bathroom passes.
What would be even better—if they were Elasti-girl stretchy arms.
Eight arms would be great, right? Or eight legs. I’d even take eight eyes on the back of my head. Or eight clones—now THAT would be cool.
So, how about YOU? What would you like eight of?