pondering the May 17 cover of People mag with Bret Michaels reminds me to clarify a couple of points with my health care proxies (you know who you are because i bought you drinks and gifts and in return you signed the paperwork) - (also i'm saying this on my blog in case there should be any internal strife and problems making decisions, at least the blog family will know how to get it done right).
First, when you come to my hospital room to visit me after my brain hemorrhage, please bring the good camera with you. I don't want you to waste your time with the $5 dispensable version.
Second, please bring my bandana. I don't want people to see my balding, bed-head sexy. I want people to see the sexy in the accentuation of my enormous forehead via the only true avenue meant for it: my bandana. Bring the black one, it's slimming.
Lastly, please be sure to strategically place me in the bed so that the only things obstructing my bared breasts and toned abs is the IV line and the flash glare off my plumped lips. Oh, and i've heard that my left breast is the better one for photographing, especially when lying down.
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