Good morning! OK, I’m sorry guys. I tried…I really did! I tried to come up with something funny today, but it’s Sunday and being funny is hard work! (And really? Who wants to work that hard on the weekend? *grin*)
So instead of getting’ all creative, I’ll share with you a conversation from yesterday…a day that was full of “only me” moments. (Meaning, this stuff? Could have only happened to me!)
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| Our phones even like hanging out together! |
Here, for your point-and-laugh, “What the fudge-nuggets!?!” reading enjoyment, is a text conversation hubby and I shared over his lunch half-hour yesterday. Now you can see what this poor man has to put up with and why I refer to him as an amazingly tolerant guy!
Hubby (H): “How you doin?”
Me (M): “Scaring the kids…cleaning the bathroom. How you doin?”
H: “I’m cool, just chillin like a villain.” (Isn’t he cute? He really says stuff like that!)
M: “I’m scrubbing mildew off the ceiling…fun!”
H: “Cool. Don’t breathe in.”
M: “Too late! Here’s one for ya…I almost did a header in the shower…by missing the ceiling.”
H: “How in the world…”
M: “It’s one of those ‘only me’ injuries.”
H: “Yep. Only you.”
M: “By the way…I’m texting from the crapper. That’s how much I care. Nothing is gonna keep me from texting with you!”
H: “You are crazy!”
M: “Come on…that was a declaration of my deep, undying love and all I get is you’re crazy?”
H: “I know. I love you too.” (See? He TOTALLY "gets" me!)
M: “Thank you! That's better…My bum hurts now.”
H: “Huh…”
M: “Excessive wipeage. Bet no one’s ever texted that one before!”
H: “Nope. You’re the first.”
M: “That’s how much I care. I’m texting through the pain!”
H: “Huh…”
M: “I can taste bleach. And smell colors. Is that a bad thing?”
H: “Um, it’s not a good thing.”
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| The red safety top thingy that should be there? NOT designed for the likes of me...but apparently flushable! |
M: “Oh…and part of the potty cleaner bottle accidentally got flushed…don’t ask. But if it backs up…I’m sorry!
H: “OK…got to go.” (Ya know…he never did ask about the potty cleaner incident…)
The good news is, the porcelain perch never backed up, I eventually lost my ability to smell colors, and I finally convinced The Girl that just because I was cleaning something it did NOT mean I didn’t love them anymore!
May your day be filled with tons of rest and relaxation, clean (or at least clean enough) bathrooms, and people who love you enough to embrace whateverspecial brand of craziness you may throw their way!
