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.”
Katie
June 25, 2007 at 3:03 pmSo, 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. :)
BOSSY
June 25, 2007 at 3:55 pmHooker. Such an interesting word. Bossy is trying to connect the visual with the job title but can’t make the link.
Maya
June 25, 2007 at 4:40 pmI 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.
annie
June 25, 2007 at 5:43 pmHa. 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.
Angella
June 25, 2007 at 7:17 pmClassic male response. Made me laugh :)
Kaydee
June 25, 2007 at 8:48 pmVery witty. Made me laugh out loud. =)
Nancy R
July 6, 2007 at 1:27 pmSuch sweet, loving, sweetness. HA!