September 27, 2010
That’s Not Something You Hear Every Day #7
My prosthesis is really heavy (causing backaches and a sore chest–what’s left of it), so over the past month, I haven’t worn it unless I’m going out in public or have clients show up at my door.
A few weeks ago, my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching TV; the kids were out with friends. My back and shoulder were killing me, so I whipped my bra off and threw it on the table, proclaiming, “Man, that thing is driving me crazy.”
My husband replied, “Just let ’em swing, baby.”
Silence.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
He said, “Um… I mean, uh… let it swing?”
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WAHHHHHHHAAHAHAHA
Ria,
What happened to my modesty? Then again, did I ever have any?
at least he corrected himself! what a hoot!
*taking deep breaths and wiping tears from eyes* Oh, Kenneth!
Friend of the Animals,
You said “what a hoot” and then my mind went off on a tangent:
“Hooters, no, there’s only one hoot left, so would it be called a hooter or a hoot?”
Oh my. Sometimes I wish I had a normal brain like other people.
Debbie,
We aim to make people laugh. At our own expense, of course.
Ooh what a chuckle :)
that was me
Bill,
Assuming you meant you’re the “anonymous” one.
What happened to me, eh? Blogging about personal interludes with my husband…
Take care.