I remember as a child finding humor in certain words.
My brother and I always laughed maniacally whenever a commerical for Menards played on the television. It's a regional hardware store... But that wasn't the funny part... They say "nards". When we were preteens, that was funny.
My kids think so, too.
Another word we had fun with was coccyx.
We thought we were pretty funny everytime we said, "I've briused my coccyx!"
You know, because we were saying... Cock...
Today however, a bruised coccyx isn't really so funny.
After slipping and falling down the stairs yesterday - coffee cup and laundry basket in hand, I've determined a bruised coccyx is the furthest thing from funny I've experienced in recent memory.
Sitting is agonizing.
Getting up is worse.
Laying down I can handle, as long as I don't have to readjust.
If I need something once I'm down, I'd better pray someone can get it for me.
Coughing or laughing are out of the question, too.
So, now that I am finally comfortable in my chair, it is time to finish up this post, try to get out of my chair, and head to the office. Where I get to try and sit some more.
Stupid bruised coccyx.