Well, what to do for Saturday Vigil Mass answered itself when Stella came down with a nasty infection of something or another. She was complaining of a sore throat, but with a giant "log" in her throat as well (that's her term for a huge wad of snot or booger that's stuck in your nose or wherever). Uh-oh, I thought to myself: I had a look in her throat and there it was: her uvula was all inflamed! I HATE it when that happens! Stella calls it "the punching bag" which is infinintiely easier to say than "uvula." And every time somebody in the world mentions the uvula, all I can think about is that sketch on SNL from the 70s about the National Uvula Association and their slogan: "Itt'l behoove ya… to care for your uvula!" Then I went through the bit for Stella, making her hurt when she laughed:
Chevy Chase (as the Uvula Specialist Who Makes House Calls): Knock Knock!
Gilda Radner (as Babs, who "must've stupidly glossed right over my uvula"): Who's There?
Chase: Babs' uvula.
Radner: Babs' uvula who?
Chase: I don't know, Babs. But I do know this: your uvula is really on the fritz.
Stella: Mommy! Stop it. It hurts when I laugh!