Husband used to joke, while I was going though all the ovarian ‘stuff’, that he totally expected an alien to pop out of my abdomen before they were able to operate! (I did look pregnant right before the surgery, but I digress….)
The surgeon tried to do the surgery laparoscopically but the tumor was too large so he ended up making a rather sizable incision. This apparently weakened my navel. So when I healed, it healed…..funny.
One day as I was standing in front of the mirror doing my morning ablutions, I happened to notice that the reflection of my navel looked a little odd.
Now, I confess to seeing ‘things’ in all sorts of places, creatures in clouds, faces in sidewalk cracks, but I have never before seen the profile of a large nosed man lodged in my navel!
I showed Husband and his remark was, “See! I was right! There IS an alien trying to get out!”
Proving once again that humor is everywhere! Even in my belly button!