Our own Grilled Cheesus.

The surgeon called my sister Kathy last night, to change the date of her surgery from Wednesday to Friday.
Kathy decided to have some fun with it, when telling Mom ... and so she called and told Mom the surgeon "Cancelled" the surgery because, Kathy said, he "saw a face" in the lump on the back of her neck and wanted more tests first.

Not thinking clearly, evidently, I decided to tell Statler and Waldorf (who both know Kathy) about what Kathy did to Mom.
It should be noted that I explained to them before beginning the story that Kathy told Mom this as a joke.

So Statler got the joke.
Waldorf, however, was deeply concerned, because there shouldn't be a face in Kathy's neck-blob.
"What does he think it is," Waldorf asked. "Is it a person?"

At times like these, I begin to chant the "Why? Why? Why did I even go there?"

So, I told Waldorf that it is kind of like when people see Jesus in their grilled cheese, or the Virgin Mary on a piece of fruit. That we are wondering if it is a way they are letting Kathy know she is blessed. Because "Of course" we can't think of any other way or reason there would be a face in this mass on her neck.

Sometimes it is almost too easy, seriously.

So now I am fairly certain Waldorf believes that Kathy has a blob-with-a-face growing in the back of her neck, despite three or four times telling her "She was kidding. She was pulling a joke on my mom."

Sigh.