amusedAnd because my mind works in funny ways, that reminded me of an observation I made last summer during our local one act play festival: that HobsonMom and HobsonDad's conversations often sound like they've been pulled out of I'm Herbert - only instead of trying to piece together fragmentary sexual memories, my parents have benign arguments about their surgeries. "No, you had your gall bladder removed before you had carpal tunnel surgery." "Are you sure?" Etc. Their play would be called His Name Was Dr. Townshend. Seriously. *g*
My parents make me love humanity.
