The Curmudgeon had his doctor’s appointment yesterday.  He was gone and back before I got out of bed.  When I came downstairs my first question to him was, “Well, how did the appointment go?”

     He replied, “I’m pregnant!”

     After I finished giggling and caught my breath, which took quite a while, I said, “Oh?  And what makes you say that?”

     The doctor put him on prenatal vitamins for his anemia.

     You all have a good one!