You know those horrible stories you tell at parties that at first seem brilliant but halfway through you realize it’s going nowhere and will end with awkward silence? While perusing the dictionary once (yes, I know how nerdy that is) I came upon the entry for Shaggy Dog Story, which perfectly described those stories. Bourke and I latched onto that definition and occasionally send each other Shaggy Dog Stories. So I was excited to find an email in my inbox today with the subject line, you guessed it, Shaggy Dog Story. Here are a few of the best lines:

“…my sore throat is so bad by now I have resorted to itching my tonsils with Q-tips”

“The doctor I saw there was a young buck about 30ish with a full blond beard and greasy long golden hair to his shoulders.”

“He takes one look into my mouth and says… ‘You have Scarlet Fever.’ The first thing I say is ‘Well, that’s not good is it?’”

I can’t begin to explain how incredibly awesome this story was. First off, he was scratching the very back of his throat with Q-tips. I get gaggy just thinking about it. Secondly, nothing ups the confidence I have in my doctor like greasy hair and bad hygiene. Lastly, Bourke had Scarlet Fever. Let me repeat that last one: Bourke had SCARLET FEVER. I didn’t know that still existed.

The story itself was probably a little too interesting/funny to be a true Shaggy Dog Story, but it made my morning.

In other news, congratulations Kelly Kelly on your upcoming marriage.