Hello thank you for droping in for a read. You'll find that "What you see is what you get!" I've been diagnosed with MS March 2007, Fibromyalgia March 2004, Congestive heart failure, Epilepsy (myoclonic siezures)Ostioporosis, Ostioarthritis, Tumors on my spine and more. I've been trying to figure my way around this new blogg. :o) Bare with me! I do have my ups and downs dealing with what I have medically. So, ride this rollor coster with me. And hang on, here we go!
Friday, December 19, 2008
The Talking Newborn
A baby was born who was so advanced, he could talk.
He looked around the delivery room and saw the doctor.
"Are you my doctor?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," said the doctor.
The baby said, "Thank you for taking such good care of me during the birth."
He looked at his mother and asked, "Are you my mother?"
"Yes, I am," said the mother.
"Thank you for taking such good care of me before I was born," he said.
He then looked at his father and asked, "Are you my father?"
"Yes, I am," his father answered.
The baby motioned him closer, then poked him repeatedly on the forehead
with his index finger. "Hurts doesn't it!?!"
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I did have to laugh. You can always make me laugh with one of your humorous stories. I am thankful for your great sense of humor. I know it has carried you through some dark days. Gerry
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