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Friday, October 14, 2005I'm Not Dead, So Now Everyone's LaughingAs if it isn't hard enough for me to get comfortable and settle in at night with my still-healing, still-tender ribs, my husband decided to come to bed last night all wired and wide-awake, making it virtually impossible for me to, well, fall asleep. And he calls me the loquatious one. Just when I thought he might finally have decided to be quiet, Eric announced, "Tomorrow we're having spare ribs." Hilarious. This one's merely the most recent in what has become an increasing barage of -- ur -- rib jokes. As if the implied pun isn't bad enough (you know, ribs? humor?), I've got to deal with all the rib comments and rib analogies and all sorts of rib-related, so-called funny remarks. Okay, some of them are funny. Like the cow bones my children found out in the field the other day. They came home with half a skull, a bit of jaw with teeth, a number of spinal vertebrae, and -- you guessed it -- cow ribs. Guess who offered me some of them as a replacement? My own mother sent me a get-well gift bearing a note addressed to "Mrs. Broken Ribs Boehme." I'm marked for life; I just know it. It's only a matter of time until Eric starts doing dramatic reenactments of my fall and subsequent cries for help. (Trust me -- you've not been truly frightened until you've watched my husband do an imitation of me.) I'm going to be nice to him, though. He's promised to take me to Hobby Lobby tonight, which is as about as exciting as life gets these days. I'm not even going to admit how excited I am to go on my Hobby Lobby date. Seriously. You might start to think that I don't have a life or something. Ah, but I really am coming back to life. I'm writing again. You know, "I write, therefore I am" kind of thing. My online serial novel has obviously been pushed back a couple of weeks, but rest assured that it will magically appear when you least expect it. Anyway, I'm much less dangerous when I'm writing. I have yet to fall off of my computer chair. Thank you all for contributing to a wonderful sense of community here. It has certainly been a source of encouragement during my convalescence. Just spare me the rib jokes, okay? (The pun wasn't intented. Honestly. It just kind of happened...) |
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5of my readers are feeling chatty:
glad you're feeling so much better. Love the rib jokes, a sure sign YOUR humor is returning. No one is afraid you'll put out a hit on them for being so insensitive.
Jillian, I really enjoy our blog :) You have a style that makes me smile everytime I read one of your posts.
I can't wait for your online fantasy serial stories! Hope they come soon...
In His grip,
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Officially retracting all previous rib jokes.
I could really use a pizza.
I, on the other hand HAVE fallen off my computer chair.
It is a thrilling tale, of mysteriously vanishing casters and gravity combined into one climatic somewhat ungraceful conclusion.
Basically a "WHOA! AAAAAHHHHHH!" WHUMP! CLATTER CLATTER THUNK.
chant they are not laughing at me they are lauging with me.
OH yeah it wasn't funny!
hehhe :-)
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