Sunday, February 17, 2019
Punchlines for 700
"Page (fill in the number of years you have been married) of our copy of the Kama Sutra has a misprint."
There I was, minding my own business when I noticed that my left elbow felt funny. Or rather, I could not feel anything at all.
If you know anything about heart attack symptoms and left arms then you know that guys on the "seasoned" side of fifty need to pay attention.
A quick inspection revealed...an anomaly. I had a big bump hanging off my elbow.
I quickly consulted with my sister (a nurse) and my brother (a doctor) and they suggested that I had suffered some trauma to my elbow.
I said, "Golly, I don't think so. I would have remembered."
They threw around some fancy words, lipomas and hematomas and such. They sagely nodded their heads. "Trauma."
Well, I figured out the source of the trauma.
It is beyond gauche to talk about what happens in bedrooms, but in this case it is necessary to understand what happened.
I ALWAYS go to bed before Mrs ERJ. Except the last few nights. Entering our bedroom, the straightest path to my side of the bed that did not involve climbing over my peacefully slumbering spouse was to climb over the foot of the bed.
And then I skated across the kivvers with the grace of an Olympic figure skater, spinning and arcing through space. And do you want to guess what I was skating on?
Yes! My left elbow!
Alas, I can no longer claim it was because page 31 of our copy of the Kama Sutra had a misprint. Sigh!