I love puns. My boyfriend Michael says he strongly dislikes puns, but here’s the truth about Michael:
When Michael makes a pun, he insists it’s not a pun.
When the rest of the world makes a pun, Michael acts like that’s assault and battery.
Yesterday, Michael and I probably made some puns, but I can’t remember any of them right now, no matter how much I assault and batter my brain trying to remember.
BTBW, here are some random thoughts battering around in my mind about what I’ve written so far:
- When I was a little kid having surgeries in the hospital, those felt like assault and battery.
- I am anticipating having heart surgery in the future, but everybody assures me that will NOT feel like assault and battery.
- Since I’ve been 10 years old, I’ve relied on the batteries in pacemakers to stay alive.
- I can get nervous/anxious/jumpy/whatever-we-want-to-call-it when regular batteries run down (as they always do), because of the way my mind makes associations.
- The way my mind makes associations probably helps me make puns AND helps me write the kind of posts I’ve been writing here, every day for the last 747 days.
- 747 is also a kind of airplane.
(Image of 747 found here)
- I plan to fly out on an airplane to California, with my 16-year-old son, next month.
- The plane reservations aren’t made yet, which can make me nervous/anxious/jumpy/whatever-we-want-to-call-it, but I have faith that my travel agent/niece Laura will take care of this beautifully, because she always does (including the trips I wrote about here, here, here, and here).
- When I had to replace some batteries yesterday, my mind/brain/whatever-we-want-to-call-it came up with the title for today’s post.
- I hope it won’t be photographic assault and battery, now, if I share all the other shots I took yesterday:
I don’t want to batter you into leaving me a comment about this post, but it would feel like the opposite of assault-and-battery to me, if you commented in any way.
Now, I have to salt-and-batter my brain to come up with a good-enough song to end this post.
I don’t mean to procrastinate, but what would YOU choose as a song for this Salt-and-Battery post?
Okay, here are my associations, leading to the Song Du Jour:
- “Batter, batter, batter” is something Cameron and Ferris say in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off at Chicago’s Wrigley Field, skipping school for a Cubs baseball game.
That YouTube video of that scene doesn’t have great sound (even though it has over 272,000 views).
- Here’s another scene from Ferris Bueller, with the Song Du Jour.
Thanks to Michael the Boyfriend (who, like Ferris, could be a Fry Cook on Venus), Laura the Niece/Travel Agent, Harley the Cat, Penny the Pen, Ferris and Cameron, John Hughes the Late Screenwriter and Director, The Beatles the Group, and You the Reader — of course! — for visiting me, today.