But everyone’s so busy, running around, defrosting turkeys, baking pies, cleaning the outhouse for gammie’s visit, that who has time for ORIGINAL content? Not me, that’s who. That outhouse ain’t gonna clean itself and gammie is perrticular.
So, I scrounged around the dusty archives to dig up this holiday — well, I hesitate to say “favorite” — let’s say it’s more of a tradition at this point. I think I rerun this every Thanksgiving.
Because nothing spells gratitude more than a big ol oozing OBLI.
And if you don’t know what that is, well, then, you need to read the post.
Brace yourselves for the horror.
Oh, and when you’re done with that one, there’s this one.
Before reading the post, I Googled “Obli” cause I’m a dork and wanted to know what an Obli was before reading the post. Well, I have read the post now but imagine my confusion before I got to the explanation – OBLI is the acronym for the “Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry (British Army)”
I will say that I immediately realized that, if the story was about you making a trip to the emergency room, it was very unlikely that a brigade of British Infantrymen were involved.
Marisa — Hahahaha! Maybe it would have gone better if there were British Infantrymen involved.
“Doctor, I’m afraid she has …. an obli.”
“Oh, no! NOOO! I need reinforcements!! Call the British Army!!”
To me, “obli” sounds like something you get at Quiznos. Not coincidentally – I’ve NEVER liked Quiznos.
I had never before read the story of the “obli.” Thank you so much for sharing that! I needed that laugh.
I hope this Thanksgiving is free of any and all ER visits, oblies, and Mr. Bill.
But if it’s not, uhm, would you please blog about it?
Thanks!