I’ve been on the disabled list, due to what I thought was muscular, after having an overzealous exercise session.
When I told Ed, my pal and wingman in all things, I did 300 leg lifts on each leg said, he’s surprised my pelvis is still attached.
When I said I think I’m dying, Ed said, there should be no more dying than absolutely necessary.
Turns out after limping to the doctor, I have a urinary track infection, or what is known as, Honeymooner’s Disease from too much sex…alas, not why my lower abs feel assaulted.
Seems unfair, doesn’t it?
I have visions of Ed saying to Evelyn, aka Ev-ita, his wife of a thousand summers, oh God, what does she want now? Is she dying again?
This is pure me, you understand. He never remotely complains nor shows any sign of irritation. Ed, with the exception of maybe Joan, is my best girlfriend. I’ve often imagined him as my maid of honor (alright, matron) when I get married on Brooklyn Bridge to my beloved who’s yet to arrive.
He’s awfully late SB, Ed would say…traffic? A little jail time perhaps?
So maybe he’ll wear taffeta and pumps in our next life.
We shall look forward to that.
PS This is my favorite photo of him that shouldn’t have a black eye. Blame it on WordPress that deserves one.