Lighten up Mondays
Carla was well into her sixties when she went to her doctor complaining of nausea, exhaustion, and occasional cramps. After a thorough examination, the doctor sent her to the hospital for a battery of tests and finally confronted her with the results.
“Mrs. Barber, medically improbable though it may seem at your age, there’s no doubt about it, you’re pregnant.”
“Impossible,” she cried, and fainted dead away. When she came to, she staggered to the doctor’s phone, dialed her seventy-eight year old husband and screeched, “You’ve knocked me up, you randy old goat!”
There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Then a voice said, “And to whom am I speaking?”
Living: the ultimate team sport 