There’s more truth to that than I want to admit. I haven’t been feeling so good lately. The day before yesterday I was feeling tired around 3 in the afternoon so I thought that I would take a short nap. I woke up at 1 AM, so I got up to brush my teeth and went back to bed. I slept until 9. 18 hours. Sheesh!
From what I can remember, I was born with my humor but my mom really got it moving when I was 5 when she bought me this large kids humor book. Jokes, limericks, just about everything. One limerick I remember from the book:
There was an old gas man named Peter
Who was looking around for the meter
Struck a leak with his light
He arose out of sight
And for all those people who are reading this, it also destroyed the meter
I didn’t understand it but it stuck with me until I was a junior in high school. In English class one day, the teacher introduced us to poetic meter. After he gave us the definition, I finally got the limerick and started laughing out loud. The teacher asked me what was so funny so I told him the limerick, and he and the entire class started laughing.
Thanks to all the wellwishers! I’m starting to feel a bit better on the infection front. Still very tired though since my body is working hard to flush the infection that was killed by the moon water. The pain is a lot less though. And I’ve got ointment and special shampoo that I’m starting for the rashes. I could make my own with bacon grease but then I’d have to call it an oinkment…
¿Tía Fritzi?