Fah real, yo?
This morning someone approached me and asked if Cheryl was hanging in there. I laughed. Why? I was immediately struck by the very real image of an ever more spacious womb. So I said the first thing that came to mind. “She’s hanging, but it isn’t in.”
O.K., so it wasn’t the perfect thing to say in the coffee line at church. I got the heretofore expected blank stare, so I explained myself – complete with hand gestures. “You see (hands at my sides in a pseudo gun fighter pose) Cheryl is hanging, but it’s in places she wasn’t hanging before. You might say she’s ‘hanging out.’ On the street they would say she’s livin’ large.”
If that doesn’t fetch you a little hostility from your pregnant wife, nothing will.