There's always extra mojo for a Devil.
There's always extra mojo for a Devil.
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'
Vibes from South Central Teaxs.
You guys and gals are the best. Going through some real tough family stuff.
Coming up with a name for a band is much harder than one would think.
“Bob says run! Bob says run! Bob says run!”
{good pick-up after handoff}
“Bob was right! Bob was right! Bob was right!”
On Monday, I had a procedure that involved my posterior area, and local anesthetics. After the Doc and his nurse explained the procedure, they moved around to the area of their expertise, and continued making small talk with me (presumably to keep me occupied and distracted from the unpleasantness). The following is an excerpt of one conversation:
Doctor: "Again, how old are you?"
Me: Gave my age (which is somewhat substantial).
Doctor: "Wow! You certainly are in good shape."
Nurse: Why yes, you look much younger!"
Me: "Thanks, but I would have preferred that you told me that when you were talking to my face and not my butt."
It bought me a brief little timeout from the procedure while they got their laughter under control.
I’m at most home football and basketball games. Keep an eye out for an old looking guy with an apparently healthy looking backside.
(I briefly considered one of those plastic surgeries that claims to make you look 10 years younger...until I realized that I was also ugly 10 years ago.)
When I was at the hospital giving birth to, I think my third son (might have been my second), I was getting an epidural. The young resident was working on the area getting ready to insert the needle. He was relatively new at this and was taking his time.
Me: Everything OK?
Resident: Yes, almost ready, you have a great anatomy.
Husband: That's why I married her.
Resident: (Mortified) No . . . I didn't . . . that's not what I meant.
Me: (Laughing) It's OK, ignore my husband, but please wait until I stop laughing to stick a needle in my spine.
Not sure what this says about my headspace, but in a serious old Leonard Cohen phase.
Eenie meenie miney...