March 2, 2013

After Words

For years I've wanted to attend the "Almost Annual Pun-Off," a distinctly local event celebrating wit and silliness. The ad text read, "Come watch the heavywits square off in a battle for the Pepto Dismal. Music by the Pun-Off Banned. Disssappointment is guaranteed, your actual smilage may vary. Home groan fun since 1977." This year the proceeds fittingly benefitted Making Headway's Brain Injury Prevention Programs.

                One sleepy morning driving to work, I flipped on the radio and was greeted by the dj giving away tickets to caller number 9. I screeched to the curb and dialed frantically - I was caller 2, 5, 6, 8, and then, caller 9! Saturday night we were off on our new adventure. Pace grumbled like a twelve year old being forced into having a night out with his dorky parents instead of holing up in his room playing Halo Red Dead Ops Craft  all night. This, even though Levi, who he looks up to, was also in attendance AND we got frozen yogurt at the build your own place - who knew you could get that large a volume of toppings balanced in one cup? PACE!

                I took a $5 turn for charity with Rapunzel's mike to spin a slightly extended pun in the category: rocks and minerals. See, this Italian family visited Moonstone Beach but fought the breeze with their toy. Their dad declared the plaything to be a "malachite!" Musta been the wine....

                After-Words: Pace had a tummy ache and both he and Mark flexed their pun muscles all the way home. I think I can convince them to attend next year. ; - )

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