Sunday morning joke

A rat wearing a sling walks into a bar and announces, I’m lookin’ for the man who shot my paw.

:-|

I wish I could find the guy who pushed me out of my left shoe yesterday. The Thriller and I were walking up to order our lunch, when *bam*, my left foot rolled outward inside my 2.5-inch high wedge shoe, and down I went. Forward. On the floor, in front of all and sundry. I mean, I landed on my chest, with my face centimeters from the floor. It was the ultimate humiliation. (Well, actually, the ultimate humiliation would have been if I’d been wearing a dress. Thankfully, I was in jeans and a winter coat.)

Oh, the indignity.

Now, from neck to toes, I suffer. Be careful next time, nutter.

*creeeeak*

7 thoughts on “Sunday morning joke

  1. Mavis

    Oh dear Lord. Not again! I commented on FB what we need to do for you. :-) I’m just glad you didn’t hit your head, sweetie. That could have been bad. Think about this….”flats only”! :P

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  2. PKPudlin

    Awwww, so sorry, girlie. Glad it wasn’t any worse! I’ve grown so clumsy in my dotage that I almost *never* wear heels, and if I do, it’s 1.5-inch max. I can fall off my bare feet, fuh cryinoutloud.

    PK

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  3. Rat Fink Post author

    Thanks to you all for being so sweet! Yesterday was interesting, but I think today will be much better. There was a great deal of Resting, Ice, Compression and Elevation yesterday (RICE, with no butter, alas, ha), so things are looking up this morning. No evening rehearsal will help as well. Happy Monday!

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