Mid-life crisis

There’s a reason why I usually write down qbear’s funny utterances the same day he says them. Recently we were driving to work and we passed through a neighborhood where someone I’ve talked with online lives. I mentioned that I had told this guy that my broken leg last fall had served as my mid-life crisis, and I got off fairly cheap, in that I didn’t have to spend thousands of dollars on a sportscar.

“So,” I tell Jack, “he says, ‘I didn’t get off so lucky to have a broken leg – I had to buy a Porsche!’”

And from there the conversation somehow veered off to metal in my leg, and then silicone as a replacement, and then finally somehow Jack got to the punchline, “You’d have to get a knee-bra.” At the time I thought it was hilarious, but now I’ve forgotten the transitions. That’ll teach me not to delay writing these things down.
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We’re off to Tucson and Palm Springs soon, where we’ll see my brother and some LJers we haven’t met before -- sonoranbear, californicate and bonkishnurtaz. Looking forward to meeting all of you. We might also get to see burlyinthebay and sftekbear, which would be most cool. (Know what would also be cool? Some sunshine ... this has been one crappy wet and cold winter here.)
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My cough (which predates IBR!) is finally going away, after three regimens of antibiotics. I’ve been fairly miserable this past month and a half. I blame the Bush-Cheney regime, or possibly the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act of 1930. (Its ramifications are still being felt!)