Like Putty in my Hands
Someone sneaky and mysterious has given me hand putty to help with my carpel tunnel. I do not know who this mystery person is. Today a nice man in a brown outfit delivered a package in which there was a can of putty from Crazy Aaron’s Putty World. It must be a pretty crazy world because my putty is purple but turns pink as you play with it. Who sent it? There is no card that identifies this most generous person. So thank you, whoever you are. I am enjoying and maybe wincing a little from the pain. It also makes very satisfying popping noises and bounces, but I do not like to bounce it because then it will get dirty. Dirty putty is unhappy putty. However, I am happy. Please identify yourself.