Buf thought I was holding out on you yesterday. He was right.
6) Farted silently in the checkout lane, then wandered away, leaving Captain Oh-Wow to pay for the groceries while the teenaged cashier curled her lip and glared at him. (The man was a freak for Mexican pizzas. Enough said.)
(In case you're interested, Michele over at Mamatalk is doing a 'Round the Blog World Tour to celebrate her 100th post today. I promised her 25 words or less today -- and came in double that -- no comments on women and wordiness, guys.)
I swear that one was in the other post when I read it yesterday. And the one about dog photos wasn't. Please can I have my marbles back now??
ReplyDeleteYou saved the best for last.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Rachel, I'm darned sure I read it too!
ReplyDeleteR&D -- both as sane as ever (however sane that is, I can't judge from here) -- it was there, then I edited because I got uncomfortable. And then I figured, "Screw it" and posted it today.
ReplyDeleteBTW -- everything you read here (except for the jokes and the fiction, which is generally set up as a link) is the truth as I see it. (I'm too old to believe in literal truth -- I don't think human beings are capable of that.) If I were going to make up lies about myself, they would read like this:
5 Wonderful Things About Me!
1984 -- Used my vacation to assist Mother Theresa in Calcutta with the lepers. Doctor says my fingers won't grow back, but it was worth it!
(I think you can see the difference.)
Still not that bad.
ReplyDeleteHave a great Monday.
That old farting trick is the best! My sons do that to me all the time.
ReplyDeleteMy first(about 8 yrs. old) planned deed of chaos was when our family was on vacation in Boston. I think the tall building we were visiting was the Metropolitan building, as my Dad worked for Met Life at one time. There was an observation level. I had to go the bathroom. Locked the stall, and did my thing. I was the only human in the john, so I crawed under all the stalls and locked the doors from the inside.. In the following years I have done much worse, but it was a good start for an eight year old...
ReplyDeleteIt's liberating to come clean, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI love Buff's micro-story in your comments.
ReplyDeleteI just have one word for #6: NICE.
It's so great to blame someone else.
ReplyDeleteWow, and here I've been blaming it on the dog. ;)
ReplyDeleteHahhaha! Thanks for the shout out! Nice and short post. Yippee for me! Mind if I hang around awhile? I need a little break from all this jogging. Got a snack?
ReplyDeleteOK so you truly are evil, he he.
ReplyDeletei read your kim in satin post... awesome powerful post. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWoo-Hoo! I knew I liked you!
ReplyDeleteNice touch on the evil there, lady. I like your style.
XO
Anna
Definitely a good one! And sooooo evil.... ;-)
ReplyDeleteHappy Paczki Day! I made the clickable link to explain Paczki and evidently no one clicked on it. Heavy Sigh! Anyway they are a heavy jelly donut that Polish women made the day before Lent started to get rid of all their sugar and fat in their kitchen. They come in mostly fruit flavors traditionally but some make custard too. I am still undecided about whether to eat or not but I don't eat donuts all year and this is just one day. Can you tell I am weakening?
ReplyDeleteThis is so great!!! I just love your sense of humor...you work it so well into your writing. :)
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