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> scott,

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> glad to know you are still around. i smiled when i saw you'd

posted...

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> heard any good jokes lately???

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> kam

Hi Kam (and everyone),

I spent three weeks in California for a work trip, came back, spent

another five days in Las Vegas (Terri, my wife, went to the

national " Curves " convention. She owns a franchise and tries to be

involved.) We've also gone school hunting, visiting the University

of Rhode Island for my graduating daughter. Then, during all that

time, work has kept me pretty busy. So, I haven't had the time to

keep up with the group. I still have a month's worth of digests to

catch up on.

But since you asked, enjoy. (Please forgive any formatting

problems.)

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Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable because no matter how

legitimate my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying.

On one occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway because the

truth was too humiliating to reveal......

I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury and I hoped I

would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I could think up

a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown.

In this case, the truth hurt. I mean it really hurt in the place

men feel the most pain. The accident occurred mainly because I

conceded to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.

As the daily routine prescribes, I was taking my shower after

breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the

kitchen. " Ed! " she harkened, " The garbage disposal is dead. Come

reset it. " " You know where the button is. " I protested through the

shower (pitter-patter). " Reset it yourself! " " I am scared! " She

pleaded. " What if it starts going and sucks me

in? " . . . .Pause. . . . . " C'mon, it'll only take a second. "

No logical assurance about how a disposal can't start itself will

calm the fears of a person who suffers from " Big-ol-scary-

machinephobia, " acondition brought on by watching too many

King movies. It is futile to argue or explain, kind of like telling

Lloyd Bentsen, Americans are over-taxed. And if a poltergeist did,

in fact, possess the disposal, and she was ground into round, I'd

have to live with that the rest of my life.

So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a

statementabout how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence

but it was I who would suffer.

I crouched down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button.

It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without

warning, without respect to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a

hexed disposal, rawing me into its gnashing metal teeth, it was our

new kitty, clawing playfully at the dangling objects she spied

between my legs.

She ( " Buttons " aka " the Grater " ) had been poised around the corner

and stalked me as I took the bait under the sink. At precisely the

second I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly

offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

Now when men feel pain or even sense danger anywhere close to their

masculine region, they lose all rational thought to control orderly

bodily movements. Instinctively, their nerves compel the body to

contort inwardly, while rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed.

Not even a well trained monk could calmly stand with his groin

supporting the full weight of a kitten and rectify the situation in a

step-by-step procedure. Wild animals are sometimes faced with

a " fight or flight " syndrome; men, in this predicament, choose only

the " flight " option.

Fleeing straight up, I knew at that moment how a cat feels when it is

alarmed. It was a dismal irony. But, whereas cats seek great

heights to escape, I never made it that far. The sink and cabinet

bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been

fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to

conduct their work while suppressing their hysterical laughter. My

wife told me I should be flattered.

At the office, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me. I

kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. " What's the

matter, cat got your tongue? "

If they had only known.

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Oh, , I am SO sorry about your injury! But, you really made my day! Your explanations, painful as they were to you, really did come across as hysterically funny! (I am so sorry.) I was not a very good day here, so I do thank you! And I also hope that you are feeling a whole lot better!

Is Kitty alive?

Carole M.

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Carole,

's post was just a very funny joke - not a first hand experience!

I asked him to share one as this seems to be a bit of a hobby for him.

It did make me laugh quite a bit. I am sure he will have more gems to

share with us in time...

kam

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> Oh, , I am SO sorry about your injury! But, you really made

my day!

> Your explanations, painful as they were to you, really did come

across as

> hysterically funny! (I am so sorry.) I was not a very good day

here, so I do

> thank you! And I also hope that you are feeling a whole lot better!

>

> Is Kitty alive?

>

> Carole M.

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