Wednesday, September 8, 2010

occupational hazard

The other morning, Y and I were watching TV in bed.

We are unlikely fans of Handy Manny. Don't ask. Ike prefers staring at himself in the mirror.

Y was flipping through the channels and he stopped on C-Span, where an attractive girl was talking about who knows what. Y got excited.

Look at her!, Y said, look at her throat.

Her throat?

Her thyroid is huge! Soon she's going to start presenting with constant sweating, weight loss, hair loss, heart palpitations, and bla, bla bla bla...


  1. I said she was hypo, not hyper, jeez, get it right.

  2. Love it! My husband does that too. Makes me feel like I'm with a mind reader or a detective or something.

    Your dog is so cute!