12/10/14
Awesome, my
teenage son, and I were sitting on my
bed yesterday. We somehow got onto the topic of the high probability I would
lose at least one ovary and the uterus because George is selfishly spreading
like an amoeba. I said, “So when the doctor goes in to operate, the ovary and uterus
are going to be saying, 'Take George! I was here first! Take him!'"
Speaking
on George’s behalf Handsome added, “'Put the scalpel down or the gall bladder
gets it!'”
For some bizarre
reason, we were all laughing hysterically…
Do you think
laughter is the best medicine, or are we all certifiably crazy?
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