That’s my hope, anyway. I either had a bad run-in with a razor blade, or a flesh-eating disease – there’s a small series of holes in my leg that are sore and not healing, so I’m trying to cure my wounds with bacon.
Get it? “cure”?
I’m funny when I’m diseased.
Also funny: showing Ed my spoils after an afternoon of shopping and receiving the following feedback: “That’s .. hm. It’s .. um .. yeah. It’s a shirt, alright.”
Hilarious!
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Oooooh, it’s a band-aid. For a second there I was about to question your sanity (or not). :-)
Oooo! Like on my birthday? When we were dressing to go out for MY BIRTHDAY? And my husband made a face at me, so I asked, “Don’t you like my dress?” And he replied, “What colour is it?” And I said, “…BROWN.” And he said, here let me gather myself to deliver the eloquence: “Oh.”
MAN. What? Man.