I pretty much have a party going on in my head 24/7. It comes with being ADHD. There are 20 some odd TV stations all running at the same time and my brain bounces back and forth between them a lot. Sometimes I tune into one long enough to actually say the most ridiculous things out loud. I’ve learned that some things just sound funnier in my head and really need to stay there. Knowing that, however, does not always keep me from sharing my party with others.

Ever have that happen?You think up a quick retort, and upon hearing it hit the air realize it really isn’t that funny after all? It turns into a private joke that nobody gets but you.

Happens to me a lot.

Take today for instance. Most of my Twitter friends are into running. I am not. It’s not that I haven’t tried. I just usually lose lunch long before I lose calories. Add that to the fact that I have one trick knee and one bad ankle, I’m not allowed to run anymore. Really. I even have a doctor’s note.

My knee is the result of a church baseball injury (blew out my ACL), the ankle came from falling off my house when I was eight. (I was a climber as a kiddo.)

I’ve had surgery to fix both injuries, but my ankle is now beyond repair. Technically, I need a metal brace to keep my ankle straight. Realistically. I refuse to wear any such device at 43. I have a hidden prosthetic insert instead. I hide it by wearing boots or tennis shoes. The days of beautiful Prada heels are far behind me.

So, my tweet peeps like to twitter about running. Bless their athletic little hearts.  Usually I leave those alone. Until today. Someone was listening to “Born to Run” while running this AM saying it was his favorite running song and wanted to know what ours was.

It wasn’t a rhetorical question. He wanted to know. I suppose one should actually be a runner before offering some smart alec remark, but that did not stop me today. Feeling ornery, I replied “C is for Cookie.” And as is the norm for those share-my-party days – they politely ignored that comment.

Yep – that sounded much funnier in my head. Good thing I can laugh at myself even if no one else does.