Friday, January 7, 2011

In Stitches

I asked the Dr. to not "keep me in stitches."
He laughed and asked how old I was.
"Fifty," I said, "Why?"
"Cuz only someone our age or older
would understand that expression."
I didn't know whether to laugh in return,
or kick him with my good foot.


my "bad" foot all blinged up for the holidays!
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8 comments:

  1. UnknownJanuary 7, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    I'd have kicked, although gently!

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  2. Terri L. FrenchJanuary 7, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    : D

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  3. RJ ClarkenJanuary 7, 2011 at 4:26 PM

    hahahahaha! Terri - this was wonderful! (And I say kick him with the good foot, too!)

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  4. Laurie KolpJanuary 7, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    Funny, Terri... love your blingy booty!

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  5. gautami tripathyJanuary 7, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    I say..kick him!

    :D

    I write notes here...

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  6. Tumblewords:January 8, 2011 at 12:02 PM

    Lovin' the bling and the poem!

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 8, 2011 at 4:39 PM

    it is good to laugh in an otherwise unpleasant situation.. tho the boot and sock make quite an entrance..

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  8. Terri L. FrenchJanuary 9, 2011 at 3:42 PM

    thank you all for checkin' out my foot-haha

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