Remember when I punched the wall, causing a painting to fall and destroy our thermostat? The hijinks continued last week. I'm turning into a walking pratfall. Last Wednesday, I was bringing my fist down on my leg to emphasize a point about an "American Idol" contestant's shitty singing voice but I missed my aim and racked myself hard in the right testicle. On Saturday, I thought a water bottle I'd been drinking was empty and flipped it in the air and caught it. It still had a little water in it, and my glasses and face got drenched.
Texas A&M's press has I think cornered the market on boredom with an upcoming book I have been unlucky to proofread. The whole book is about twine! Twine, goddamnit! I proofread the index today, and while I think it notable that a scholarly tome was written about twine, it is even more notable that the index has entries for both Michel Foucault and "Weird" Al Yankovic.
before i read the second paragraph, i thought the photo was a creative rendering of your right testicle. i wondered to myself, "what did he google to get that?"
ReplyDeleteWhen you aren't breaking things in anger, you are an extremely amusing husband.
ReplyDeleteI keep singing "the biggest ball of Twine in Minnesota." I also want to hear Velvet Elvis.
ReplyDeleteYeah! Nut-punchingly good music!