Mr. Ed

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.  getpart-5

SB

PS  This is my favorite photo of him that shouldn’t have a black eye.  Blame it on WordPress that deserves one.

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to Mr. Ed

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Three hundred leg lifts on each leg, Susannah? Holy Cow! I’m totally impressed!
    You got Honeymooner’s Disease from working out, and long ago my mother got her first and only hickey (on her arm) from my infant son.

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  2. Hahaha! I’ll assume you already started the sainthood paperwork for Ed.
    Everyone needs an Ed in their life, especially a dapper one like your Ed. Look at that pocket square!
    I laugh, because as you know, I can go from pain to coffin in a split second.

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  3. I don’t know how you got honeymoon disease. Have you been holding out on us?

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Hope you are feeling better. All things must come to an end so this too shall pass…sooner rather than later right? ~Elle

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  5. feel better! Leg lifts? I am exhausted just reading that!

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  6. just heard there was an explosion in your city, are you okay? Just thinking about you.

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  7. Rob says:

    Sorry you’re suffering. I’ll say a little prayer (Urethra Franklin)

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