As was mentioned in an earlier daily, I went to the Dr.'s because my poison ivy is freaking out. She wanted me to spend 48 hours on the couch with my leg elevated. After a conversation, she agreed that I could still go to work as long as I wore tights.
The challenge is....how did the conversation go????
The Dr's name is "Quinn"..I swear on a stack of Batman Underoos a mile high that's her real name.
I'll choose the winner of the contest over the weekend.
SteveP
You decided you'd like to "see more" of each other?
Be safe. Be kind.
Me
What I had in mind was more like:
Dr. Quinn: Mr.P, I think you're very hot.
SteveP: Thank you Dr., I have but one true love.
Long pause
Dr: Quinn: Um...Um... I meant your temprature. It's 98.7
Marathon Maniac #957
Life is a headlong rush into the unknown. We can hunker down and hope nothing hits us or we can stand tall, lean into the wind and say, "Bring it on, darlin', and don't be stingy with the jalapenos."
Do I have to explain the joke?
Dr. Quinn/Jane Seymour...."see more".... get it? get it?
[cricket sounds]
Oy!
Dr. Quinn: Mr. P!! Your gown is supposed to tie in the back!!!
SteveP: Oh.....I thought it was just a messed up cape.
Dr. Quinn grabbed SteveP's discarded clothing, covered her face and shuddered.
SteveP. pointed to his poison ivy induced rash.
SteveP: Is this normal Dr.??
Dr. Quinn: (sobbing into SteveP's clothing) OMG!!!! Are these tights??
SteveP stood up with his chest out, fists on his hips and his head angled towards the ceiling.
The gown/cape had fallen open
SteveP.: Yes...yes they are.
Dr.Quinn: Put them on and leave.
SteveP.: Can I wear them to work??
Dr. Quinn: Whatever you want, just go!!!!
SteveP: Score! My wife will be so happy!
After careful deliberation from all the entries, we have a winner!!!!
Well done Tramps
I'll pay your R/A posting fines for the next 26.2 minuets.
Trails are hard!
Need a fast half for late fall. Then I need to actually train for it.