Archive for April 5, 2007

Between My Legs

A few days ago, my 5-year old nephew punched me as hard as he could right in the twig and giggle-berries. Gentlemen, I don’t need to tell you what that kind of smack feels like. For the ladies with nothing better to do than read my blog (sorry to hear you’re suicidal), let me start by saying that it’s quite painful. It’s kinda like the rapture, localized entirely within the pelvic floor. At least that’s what you think at first. Within seconds, the pain shoots through your abdomen like someone stabbing you with a rusty knife. And then twisting. Repeatedly.

But before you think that region is a liability, there can be good feelings between your legs as well. Case in point: I sometimes listen to my new cell phone/mp3 player in the car, and since I’m too lazy to plug it into the car stereo system I just use the speaker on the phone. To keep it from sliding all over the car I hold it between my thighs. Let me tell you, there is nothing like the illusion that Lisa Loeb is serenading you from inside your own pants.

 

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