Life Humor
Well, we're back from vacation, and it's back to life as we know it...
Why I Love My Doc
I spent an hour yesterday getting a long overdue physical with my internist. Blood pressure was good and we'll do bloodwork for cholesterol, but otherwise perfectly healthy.
Then I had to step on the scale, and I'm more than aware that I need to lose 20 pounds. As my doctor was looking up my weight on the BMI chart, he asked "...and how tall are you?"
"5 foot 4," I answered.
"Well," he began, "the problem isn't that you weigh too much, the problem is that you're too short."
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Rx for Stress
One day the four year old came running into the nursery because she heard the baby laughing as I was changing her.
"Why she laughing, Mommy?" she asked.
"Because I'm giving her zerberts on her belly," I answered as I blew another loud one.
Now she's fascinated with giving zerberts - to anyone who will let her - me, grandma, the baby (fortunately this doesn't work on the dog with the fur and all...).
Hubby came home from work a little cranky the other night and laid down on the couch. Then my daughter ran up to him, pulled up his shirt and started blowing. Hubby laughed, "what the heck are you doing, you crazy squirrel?"
"ZERBERTS! Now hold still!"
And with that, I watched all the tension of the day drain away as she blew repeatedly and loudly on his stomach, both laughing themselves silly.
Why I Love My Doc
I spent an hour yesterday getting a long overdue physical with my internist. Blood pressure was good and we'll do bloodwork for cholesterol, but otherwise perfectly healthy.
Then I had to step on the scale, and I'm more than aware that I need to lose 20 pounds. As my doctor was looking up my weight on the BMI chart, he asked "...and how tall are you?"
"5 foot 4," I answered.
"Well," he began, "the problem isn't that you weigh too much, the problem is that you're too short."
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Rx for Stress
One day the four year old came running into the nursery because she heard the baby laughing as I was changing her.
"Why she laughing, Mommy?" she asked.
"Because I'm giving her zerberts on her belly," I answered as I blew another loud one.
Now she's fascinated with giving zerberts - to anyone who will let her - me, grandma, the baby (fortunately this doesn't work on the dog with the fur and all...).
Hubby came home from work a little cranky the other night and laid down on the couch. Then my daughter ran up to him, pulled up his shirt and started blowing. Hubby laughed, "what the heck are you doing, you crazy squirrel?"
"ZERBERTS! Now hold still!"
And with that, I watched all the tension of the day drain away as she blew repeatedly and loudly on his stomach, both laughing themselves silly.
