Bug Bite

I’m pretty sure I’m a goner.

It happened rather suddenly.

I was fine, feeling okay,

until I felt something above the knee. Continue reading

Be My Superman

Honey, we’ve been together so very long,
is it time to be moving on?
But wait, why can’t we still stay together?
After all, we still love each other.
We’ve hit troubled waters, can’t you see?
Why can’t we just love each other like they do on TV?

I’ll be your Lois if you be my Superman.
I’ll be your Terry if you be my Nickie.
I’ll be your Mimi if you be my Guy.
I’ll be your Nora if you be my Nick.

Maybe we can start all over,
as long as we’re together.
We’ll take it like they in the movies,
no matter what happens, we’ll be happy.
As long as we don’t break into reality,
we can do it like they do it on TV.

I’ll be your Lois if you be my Superman.
I’ll be your Terry if you be my Nickie.
I’ll be your Mimi if you be my Guy.
I’ll be your Nora if you be my Nick.

Those wouldn’t be good enough for me,
I want to go for all the glory.

I’ll be your Lombard if you be my Gable.
I’ll be your BaCall if you be my Bogart.
I’ll be your Allen if you be my Burns.
I’ll be your Evans if you be my Rogers.

© 2014 ck’s days

The dentist

A couple of months ago I went to the dentist. Not a big deal, right? No, not for most people but for me it was a little different. I hadn’t been to the dentist for over ten years. Before you tsk-tsk me I have to proudly tout the fact 0 cavities. None. Zilch. But I did have a filling separating from the tooth that “should probably be replaced.”

So I went this week to have it replaced.

I told my co-worker I was leaving early to go to the dentist. She said, “It reminds me of that old Christmas movie of the elf that wanted to be a dentist.   Which one is that?”

“Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,” I replied without hesitation.

“What?” another coworker chimed in.

“It’s Herbie the Elf,” I decided to go into detail. “He sings the song, ‘why am I such a misfit? I am not just a nitwit.”

“Yeah,” my first coworker said. “He was a misfit.”

“I guess I have never watched that,” our coworker said.

How in the world can you be a true American and never have watched Rudolph at Christmas time? It’s not possible. Maybe my coworker is a spy?

“Silver and Gold,” I continued to sing and my first coworker joined me, “silver and gold…”

“Huh,” our coworker watched us slowly.

“I also use Herbie as my hair guide. When I get a little flip in front like he has (that I call my ‘Herbie-do’) I know it’s time to get it cut.”

This brought silence and a polite smile from my first coworker.

“You need to watch Rudolph this year,” I finished.

“Apparently I do,” my deprived coworker agreed.

To be honest though, when I think of the dentist I never thought of poor lil’ Herbie. I think of Bill.