Broke my clavicle in a bizarre Mardi Gras accident after Endymion Saturday night. Without going into too many details, the break involved king cake, big beads, a pothole, and perhaps some Southern Comfort. Mostly I blame the federal government.
Note: typing with one hand sucks. Now we're off to more parades. I can still catch with my right hand and my mouth when need be.
Oh, no! It's supposed to be a Mardi Gras concussion (i.e., bead smacking upside the head) this time of year, not a broken clavicle!
ReplyDeleteFell better. R'fuah sh'leimah to you from me.
I'm sorry about the broken bone. Glad to see you have a sense of humor about it. I laughed out loud at the "mostly I blame..." conclusion.
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud of your proper use of osteological terms (clavicle vs collarbone). Now if we could just get you straight on the whole monkey/ape thing...
ReplyDeleteHope it heals fast - painful bone to break. Have you notice how much less efficient a brachiator you are now ?? ;-) There goes your dream to appear on American Gladiators any time too soon...
Girl drinks are dangerous, I warned ya. Hope you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteFargin federal gubmint.
ReplyDeleteMy advice: drink heavily. And remember, I'm a doctor, doctor.
Still sounds like the set of Mousehunt II to m.
ReplyDeleteTake it easy and get well.
Carol told me not to post a smart-ass comment so I won't.
ReplyDeleteYou are one fragile specimen.
ReplyDeleteDamn, I've been waiting years to say that!
I hope you didn't have a scooter accident on the way home from our party.
I want to know how the king cake factored in.
Heal up soon.
Mike,
ReplyDeleteThat is not what I said, close but not exactly.
Got a laugh out loud here in South Bend ;-)
ReplyDeleteSouthern Comfort is a "girl drink"? Yikes. I'm sorry 'bout your break, darlin'. Didn't seem to stop you much, though. :)
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