happy st. patrick's day, still

The psychologist was checking in on me and my mental health.
As we both attend PF, that provided a noncontroversial subterfuge.
Could I still smile through the phone line?
Did I appreciate his jokes and funny photos?
Was I able to respond in a suitable manner, maybe even with some wit?

Why, yes, I could, and I did, and I even slipped in a pun or two.
(smile)


bfrb: "I had a killer workout today. Elton says he's moving in the summertime."

me: "Damn. I like seeing his smiling face."


bfrb: "I know, right? He's a very encouraging fellow to have about."

me: "Yes, he is. Waved to me when I was on the bike today."

bfrb: "Well your bike wasn't going very fast."

me: "It was going fast enough, just not getting anywhere. :-) "

bfrb: "Maybe pedal faster next time? "

me: "LOL! Sure, I will try that and let you know how it goes. :-) "

bfrb: "I believe in you!
Good night. <3 "

me: "Good night to you, too, dear."

Thanks for checking on me, running bear.