"I just had a menage a trois."
The mother was not one bit amused at the brain blip.
For years, though, I have loved that story and it has become family lore. Such a humorous example of how goofy our minds are. I have also loved that story because my brain is soooooo
superior to Checkered's. Those brain blips never happen to me.
We were drifting off toward slumber the other night when a Seinfeld commercial came on the television. Checkered commented that as funny as Seinfeld was, he just had no desire to watch it again. I intended to concur by saying,
"I know what you mean. I really can't stand to watch any type of rerun now."
But what actually came out of my mouth was,
"I know what you mean. I really can't stand to watch any type of hemorrhoid now."
I suppose that means I won't be able to ever again tease Checkered for his menage a trois.