Oh Be Careful Little Mouth What You Say

Once upon a time, Checkered was a teen-ager. One day, he went to his girl friend's house. On his way to the house, he experienced a moment he thought he had experienced previously. It was an odd feeling, and he felt he needed to share the experience. So he arrived at his destination, greeted his girlfriend's mother, and INTENDED to say, "I just had a deja vu." Unfortunately, his brain didn't cooperate, and what he told his girlfriend's mother was,

"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.

Until recently.

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.