I am taking a forensic anthropology class, and since I missed Thursday’s class due to all of the cardiology activity going on that day, I had to stay late last night to make up a lab worksheet on the bones/plates that make up the skull.
While JB and I were driving back to Covington, we chatted a bit about the class.
Me: …and I can’t remember anything about what the cheekbones are called, except that it starts with a Z.
JB, excitedly: Xylophones!
Me: Um. Except…that starts with an X.
JB: …It sure enough does, doesn’t it.
I still can’t remember what the damned bones are called, but now I won’t be able to look at the molds in class without having the urge to hit them with mallets.