Chickens in the Basement

I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Blonde Moment




My friend Kim called today. We were talking about a friend who, at age 35, had a stroke most likely caused by birth control pills and smoking. She lost vision from 9 to 12. As we continued talking, I was trying to figure out how her brain knew what time it was. When I asked for clarification, Kim very sweetly said, "No honey. It's like the hands on a clock. Where the numbers from 9 to 12 on a clock would be, she can't see anything." Kim tried hard not to laugh at her stupid friend. No hope for me! I blew a snort through my nose!

2 comments:

Em said...

OK - I'm laughing... but how sad for your friend!

Jenny S said...

You goober!! Is your friend going to be okay?