Do you remember my entry about “osteopiritis“? Believe me, I know that word does not exist, please refer to the entry if you must. In short, my husband likes to pretend he’s right about everything. The truth is, he often doesn’t know squat (I still love you Jo Jo). He makes up these words in his head, when he hears either the first part of something or the last part of something. Case in point: “Osteopiritis” - Osteoporosis, what he hears “Osteopiritis”. How? I have no clue. He obviously doesn’t pay enough attention to things.

So, one night we’re sitting there talking about my knee pain. He begins to come up with ideas about what’s wrong with me - my husband must be a renaissance man because Dr. Jones was in the house. He began telling me it must be Osteopiritis. Of course I fell into a fit of laughter because I knew what he meant and it wasn’t what he said. We argued about Osteopiritis vs Osteoporosis to the point where he was going to prove me wrong and himself right. Google to the rescue, right? Wrong. He keys it in and he’s taken to a page that tells him “Did you mean: osteoporosis?” What, what’s that? Ohhhhhhhh, that’s the sound of me being right and him being wrong. He, to this day, claims it’s an error with Google!

So tonight I’m checking my slim stats - I get some of the most ridiculous referrals from Google, I kid you not. I was laughing as my eyes fell onto “osteopiritis”, a Google search someone did in the UK. I’m sitting here thinking to myself “Wow, someone else’s husband is fixing to make an ass of himself…”

Jo says it doesn’t take very much to amuse me. Maybe that’s true but hey, I guess I got the last laugh on this one!