I am going to pick on Psycho Toddler for a moment. I enjoy reading his blog for all sorts of reasons. One of the things I like about it is that there are these comments that I envision being made in sort of dry, deadpan fashion. I like droll humor and this seems to hit the mark sometimes.
In this post here he delivers one of my favorites:
“After that we had a conversation where I couldn’t remember which one of my kids I delivered. My wife said Daughter2, but I thought it was Son3.”
Now I should add two things first that he is a doctor and secondly I think that he is a genuinely good guy so when I say that I am picking on him I am not picking on him.
But I do find it kind of funny that he doesn’t remember which child he delivered, but at the same time there is something kind of cool about that. I can’t put my finger on the word that I want to use to describe it.
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Ya, what they said, or maybe not.
Sad. The word is Sad.
“I can’t put my finger on the word that I want to use to describe it.“
I think you were going for ‘je ne sais quoi” 🙂