I’d totes love to write a blog post tonight… except that is physically impossible on account of the fact that every time I move my fingers to type these here words I cringe in achiness. Oh the humanity!! Nothing tragic/what a few days’ rest can’t cure, mostly major stupidity… and I am well acquainted with stupidity. We are totally BFFs! Also, does someone want to come out this way with a ball bat and whack me in the noggin a couple times? I’d prefer to be brainless said the scarecrow after Toto peed on his leg.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with this:
Why yes I do humiliate myself a lot on this blog… why do you ask? Question: If you’re the fattest kid in the class and you’re a girl, why would the teacher pick you to be Santa Claus in the 4th grade play? And Mother/Father… why in the all things cream puff did you put a quilt batting beard on me… I might as well have stuck a sign to my bowl full of jelly that read… yep, I’m making it easy for you to make fun of me… ready, set, GO!
I also just noticed that with the crink in my neck (due to my glasses and their circumferential weight) my head is 75% glasses and forehead and 25% chin with quilt-batting beard. Oh lawsy… can I got back in time and erase all of that? No? Okay then… moving on. Mrs. Claus, I’m playing you next!
Question of the Day: Did you do any plays/theater in grade school? Do you remember who you played?