oh the horror!
I have been running hard to stay on top of things that do not want to be stayed on top of because the rib knocked me back a week I never really caught up. A month later I am still playing catch up hard but the rib is all better which is amazing and my skin is even sort of returning to normal after total tape rebellion [not pretty] but this means —
Something real bad.
This means —
I have not worked out for a damn month — hello, kind of incondusive to broken rib healing — but now.
No rib to blame.
Oh the horror.
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Geez, max, I clearly missed this earlier. I’m glad it’s better. Of course, now I have to buy you drinks and find out the real story of how that happened.
Well this building was on fire, um, an orphanage. Yeah. It was an orphanage and it was full of orphans. Um, blind orphans. And I just happened to be there, you know, because on weekends I repair small toaster ovens for blind orphans. [Listen, the toaster oven did not start that fire.] So natch, I had to save the blind orphans. And all these beams were sort of falling out of the ceiling. Something about ceiling beams losing their integrity when fire eats through the struts or something like that I never understand the fire marshall he took too much math. And….
You better save your pennies this story is going to take a lot of booze. [wink]
[ps : no blind orphans were damaged during the writing of the above post]
I noticed that you put your disclaimer in parent-heses – was that appropriate?
Hang in there Max. I slipped a disk in December and it took me three months to get back to the gym… Needless to say I now have a few pounds to drop, but I’m hitting the gym pretty hard, in fact, I just got back.
… BTW, I love the disclaimer! >:)
Max and the Orphans.
Max you know what would be cool?
If you wrote about why Orphans cry when you walk by.
It’s in gratitude I’m SURE
You are so projecting.
Max, I might have bought the orphan story but not the blind orphan story–unless—you didn’t poke their eyes out… did you?
To hell with things that have to stay on top.
Have you ever wondered to take a break to Caribbeans? From a few weeks to a few years?
I’ve heard they’ve got beautiful lonely beaches down there.
A doctor told me once white-sand beaches do wonders with cracked ribs.
Oh, look at my new Tribal avatar! You like it?
I don’t work with electricity Ms Smarty
I use water… so there.
Jeez. Kids love me.
Yay, the rib is all better.
Exercise is great for building healthy bones.
You are so funny.
Anyone remember the commercial where a mom is saying, Drink your milk it will make your bones strong? And the boy kid says, Mr. Wilson doesn’t drink milk and he is fine. And Mr. Wilson goes by outside mowing his lawn and the kids wave, Hi, Mr. Wilson! And he waves, Hi kids! And both his arms fall off?
[I loved that commercial.]
How could I have read all these rib posts in the intervening days and not made the obvious Tracy-Hepburn joke? Gah!
It cannot be that obvious I do not know it. [Or it can and I am just dense and do not know it. Hmm.]
Oh now you have done it I am dialing the pun police right now.
They’re coming to dinner?
I hope not. Exposing officers of the law to my cooking would get you a double sentence for sure.
Desk, set and match
‘Anyone remember the commercial where a mom is saying, Drink your milk it will make your bones strong? And the boy kid says, Mr. Wilson doesn’t drink milk and he is fine. And Mr. Wilson goes by outside mowing his lawn and the kids wave, Hi, Mr. Wilson! And he waves, Hi kids! And both his arms fall off?’
Wow. Is that commercial on YouTube by any chance?
It is from an age ago so probably not but I should look it is funny as hell.
Oh wow, it is! I will post it.
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