Honestly. Is this really a competition? Now St. Bob is sporting a little white bandage on the side of his nose. We were tied at two cancers each, and this tips the scales in the Cancer Olympics and the score is now Bob 3, Joni 2. Sheesh!
Our comedian kids chimed in, of course. One texted, “How unimaginative. He couldn’t even come up with a cool or unique cancer? Lame.”
Followed by another who texted, “Wow, so how many hole punches until the next one is free?”
Indeed. You’d think we could qualify for a package deal of some kind. Meanwhile, our hole punches are in full view. But we might start charging admission.
Even better, bury your own nose in a book. Have you seen my latest? It just came out, and it’s only $3.49. It’s a holiday story you can give to everyone on your gift list. Check out A Little Christmas Prayer.