Religions fascinate me and they always have. I do not subscribe to any particular religion. I am not a Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Jew. But this post isn’t about my religion or lack thereof. It’s about my sometimes inappropriate sense of humor.
I attend a chiropractic school so I finally have a reason to have a box of bones. Just ask my poor mother and she’ll tell you that I’ve always wanted a skeleton. Needless to say my anatomy and physiology class (just auditing this one since I’ve taken it before but wanted a refresher before my graduate classes start) uses bones and fun websites depicting different aspects of a cadaver dissection. I’ve arranged to borrow an articulated skeleton from a friend so I have something in my hands to remember all of the names of each bump and dimple on each of the bones. Don’t worry, sadly, these are not real human bones.
I can’t just have a box of bones in my kitchen and NOT name this poor fellow. There were a few names tossed around. BOB was a contender for a little while (Boyfriend Of the Box) until it occurred to me that with the nice weather we’ve been having the door-to-door bible preaching folks would be out soon. So now when they visit me and ask if I’ve found Jesus I can say YES and proceed to tell them that he’s in a box in my kitchen. That’s right! I named my new friend Jesus.
Do I need therapy? Maybe but this entertains me and no humans were harmed in the making of my entertainment so pffffffft 😛