Marv's Mind

Cruella DeVille

Yep, that's me, Cruella DeVille. Or at least I used to be her. Now that I can raise my hands to my mouth with little resistance I must smoke like a normal smoker. You'd think I would've quit smoking but NO, I had accoutrements made for me. Not by an occupational therapist but by my son. He made me a smoking tool out of masking tape, wooden bamboo skewers and a roach clip. I works great and everybody teased me that I was that evil woman from 101 Dalmatians, Cruella Deville. I loved being her and using my little homemade "help me smoke" stick. It made me feel powerful and elite.

I'd ride with Zoo to take the kids to school or go to the local Wal*Mart just taunting the cops with my stick wishing they'd pull us over just so I could show them what it was and laugh at them. They never did. Bastards!

Now that I'm more functional, I must retire my Cruella status. I have mixed emotions about the retirement. I'd love to hang onto it but I know that all good things must come to an end. Damn!

-Marv-

P.S. For those of you freaking out about my son and the roach clip....it was originally some part of a rocket that he had.

P.S.S. Did you know I hate roaches? "Microwavable Safe"