I love a good joke. Heck, I like bad ones too. Growing up with Dad that's what we had. There was one that ended, "... and kicks are for Trids!". I laughed and laughed at that and retold it (wrong I'm sure) a hundred times.
I was lamenting the results of some tests I had this week with my GP. He gives too much information most of the time with no relief in sight. I asked him how I could be doing ALL the right things and still have these results and that I was going to call my father to complain. He said very seriously, "You should ask for new genes for your birthday.". It took me a second but I thought I was going to collapse in my laughing fit. He smiled.
Show some backbone! Don't be a spineless jellyfish! Take your Vitamin D like a man! Just kidding.
ReplyDeleteI commiserate fully with the sucky gene pool you're wading in, and ask politely for you to pass me a life perserver.
I love you... weak bones and all.
ReplyDeleteI put it down to us suddenly becoming Irish...Everrryone knows that they have weak genes! WE'll have to rely on the tougher Scottish genes to get through it ;)
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