My husband is always going to work with new stories to tell of life on the franch.  I don’t think his colleagues and students really know what to say most of the time.  Sometimes they just stare.  Usually, they laugh.  And, I’ve said this before, like most people who hear or read our stories, I think it’s more laughing at us and not as much with us.  One morning a colleague of his was lecturing on ultrasound in the ER, and though I know it’s fascinating that you can see what’s going on inside the human body with just a wand and a lot of gel, dozens of black and white and every shade of grey images probably gets pretty boring pretty fast, which is likely why this colleague decided his lecture needed some one-of-a-kind franch humor.  So interspersed among his Grand Rounds slides were a few on life on our franch, as well as videos of my husband “playing” on his banjo (that’s a story for another day).  One of his slides on franching read:

You Might be a Francher If…

You have ever worn pajamas with rubber boots for midnight calf checks.

You think that the five gallon bucket is the greatest invention ever made.  Really, the greatest ever.

You learned to drive a tractor or feed pickup looooong before you took drivers ed.

Your idea of neighborhood watch is someone calling you to let you know your bulls are out.

Your family instantly becomes silent when the weather comes on the news.

Now that’s funny, especially because it’s so true!  And, I’m glad franch humor helped keep some ER residents and medical students awake during an early morning lecture on ultrasound in the ER.  And though there’s certainly a lot more to being a francher, you’re well on your way to calling yourself one if you can say yes to all of the above.