I had my annual physical today, complete with blood work.
me: (as blood starts to flow into little tube) Is that the right color for blood?
me: What would you do if you saw blood come out of someone that was blue or green? Would you call the FBI and tell them that you had an alien?
nurse: (without looking up) No.
I think I would like my nurse to have a little sense of humor. A little ability to smile.
Or maybe not. Maybe your health is one of the areas that you don’t want any joking. I remember a visit to the OB-GYN in my early twenties. It was only the second time that I had ever been to see the OB-GYN and during the previous year’s visit, he had found a small “fibrous” mass in my breast. “Nothing to worry about” he assured me. The next year, when he found it again, he asked me about it — “did we find this last year?” “yes”, I said. “Well,” he said, chuckling, “it must not have been serious, or you’d be dead by now.” That was not a sense of humor. That was bad taste.
Maybe this nurse has an excellent sense of humor and she just didn’t think that I was funny.
Nah, I don’t think it was that.
I had no idea that Siri was prejudiced against states, but she is.
I recently sold some stock; not a lot, but just enough to feel a little loosening of the fiscal belt. Enough to book a trip to St. Maarten and buy our bee hives and apiary equipment.
I texted Matt to let him know that I was off to deposit the check from the sale.
I said “taxes”, but Siri wanted to ensure Texas didn’t get any of the money.
I don’t know what Texas ever did to her, but I find it a delightful state. The opinions if my Siri do not reflect the opinions of me.
I love my friends on Facebook. They get my unusual sense of humor.
I posted this picture of myself yesterday after using the Dead Yourself app. I love the comments that my friends left. Y’all are the best.
It’s so nice to be appreciated. XOXOXOXO
I hope you didn’t think that I meant $100–I meant 100 chances. Heck, take a 1000. We don’t have $100 for such things. What do you think we are–1%ers?
Matt and I were driving home the other night through downtown Statesville when he pointed out this tree to me. I had to go back today and take a picture. I challenge you to a caption-off.
Here are my submissions:
- Is that a log in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
- Just lookin’ for a knot-hole
- Tree in front of Statesville Courthouse
I mean, seriously, don’t you think that grounds people for the county would have noticed and cut this off (an arbor castration, so to speak)? Or maybe, just maybe, Iredell County has grounds people with the best sense of humor.
So, yes, Matt and I are sometimes inappropriately immature. (Though I think that might be redundant, since immaturity is almost always inappropriate.) Scratch that. Matt and I are sometimes inappropriately immature, but we giggled for several miles about this one.
Well done, grounds men, well done.