when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

I suffer from ODD




My doctor called this morning. Now everything is beginning to make sense. She says the results are pretty conclusive and she is sorry but there is no cure. I suffer from an extreme case of ODD, Obsessive Dancing Disorder. What's a girl to do?

4 comments:

Jerri said...

This is CUTE!

I love your spirit, Stacy. Love your attitude.

tom said...

I think you could be a Dancing QUEEN!! What did you name the compound??

rick said...

i had a girlfriend once whom i diagnosed with what i cleverly named ODD, orgasm deficit disorder. i never stopped to wonder if it was systemic or just something that had to do with me, i may have been trying too hard to help her...

Stacy said...

Jerri- I love yours too!
Tom- I am still waffling but the compound is funny, the song Dancing Queen was written for me.

Rick- Of course I couldn't really know this, but I am pretty sure it had nothing to do with the way you facilitated proposed treatment for said disorder, just sayin.