This might become a regular series – our weekend conversations are deteriorating by the minute.
I’ve recently started running again and my right ankle and hip have been giving me trouble. As I was lying on the floor, trying to remember the exercises my former physical therapist taught me, I mentioned how cool it would be if D was a physical therapist. Free therapy and adjustments for life!
He looked up from his magazine and without missing a beat, said, “It would be even cooler if you were a hooker for free.”
Hahaha, thanks for the morning giggle :).
Excellent! Man of few, yet profound, words.
:-)
That is too funnY!
My hips resemble that of an 80 year old as of late. No amount of stretching has lessened the pain. If you remember/think of something (in your spare time, when you’re not learning how to become a hooker) let me know.
HA! SO something my husband would say. Men :-)
wouldn’t they all want us to be hookers?
What’s the hip thing? I have a hip issue too….i’m 27! Wtf?
Oh my goodness, that just made me almost spray coffee all over the laptop! D is just hilarious.
As for running, well, if I can get back into it this fall, I am sure I will be crying in pain with you. Hubby runs and is always in pain, I keep telling him to choose a different sport.
What a comeback! At least he didn’t ask you to pole dance – that would be tough with a hurtin’ hip!
HA!!! Love the story! I’m delurking to share a similar story from my husband…
We were on vacation in China and at what we nicknamed “The Temple of One-Thousand Challenges” and there was this little bridge that if you crossed it in 9 steps holding the hand of your partner you would be together not only in this lifetime but also in the next. I said, You want to? and he answered without missing a beat, “You’ll probably come back as something cool like a monkey and I’ll just be a lice on your skin.”
Oh, SNAP! That man is hilarious!
Beautiful. Simply beautiful!
While I appreciate D’s sense of humor, I need to correct him with his logic, because if the hooker is really doing it for free, then she wouldn’t be a hooker, would she?
Well, I mean, he has a point. Exchange of services and all that…
Charming. Sounds like something that would come out of Roger’s mouth just before I shot him “the look.”
So, what is it that would be different if you were a hooker? The tight pants and ciggies?
I guess nothing, considering my daily getup resembles Sandy’s outfit at the end of Grease. :)
Hooker. Such an interesting word. Bossy is trying to connect the visual with the job title but can’t make the link.
I love the word hooker…especially when combined with “dirty pirate”. Bethany – I’m 27 and my hips are also falling apart. I don’t know why…but apparently this is The Year That Your body Rebels. However I suppose if you become a hooker, the hip issues either resolve themselves via ‘work’ or become exponetially worse.
Ha. That story made me laugh. Out loud. I love your blog, by the way. You bring a joyful light to my day.
Re: hip pain – I had 80 year old hips in the beginning of my pregnancy. It was UN REAL. Anyway, I found that sleeping on a wedge worked. a little. food for thought.
Classic male response. Made me laugh :)
Very witty. Made me laugh out loud. =)
Such sweet, loving, sweetness. HA!