That boy of mine makes me chuckle.
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I needed to make a phone call this week for my church calling. I dialed the number and then realized I had forgotten to add the area code. I hung up and tried again. I have no idea why, but instead of dialing 801, I dialed 1-800. Big mistake. The lady that answered was not the lady I had called. And she wasn't talking to me about church. It was a recording offering, hmmm how should I put this...a little company for when you're feeling lonely (in a naughty kind of way...if you catch my drift). Needless to say, I hung up very quickly.
Sometimes I make myself chuckle.
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I was grocery shopping with Danny last week. He was roaming around out of the cart, grabbing things off the shelves and asking if we could buy them. I kept saying no until he picked up a bag of grapes. When we got to the checkout, I remember the lady saying something to me about $4.00 a pound and if I still wanted it. I was focused on making sure Danny didn't run out the door or snatch a handful of plastic bags (he likes to do that). Obviously, I wasn't totally paying attention to the lady. I saw the grapes and I saw a chunk of cheese and I saw the display thing that read $10.00. I thought she was talking about the cheese. It didn't make any sense to me because she also mentioned something about the cold in South America making things more expensive. I told her I didn't want it (I meant the $10 chunk of cheese from South America.) Then I had to wonder why Walmart imports plain old cheddar cheese from South America. When I got home, I was kind of sad to see that I had a chunk of cheese but no grapes. I would have rather had the grapes.
Once again, a chuckle at my expense. Why do I take that kid to the store with me? I can't think straight when I do.
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I was reading the comments on a blog a few days ago and came across this statement:
"Opinions are like armpits; everyone has two and they both stink."
I read it twice and still could not figure out why someone would comment that everyone has two onions. I don't have any onions. Doesn't this commenter know that some people don't like onions? They do stink though.
When I finally read it correctly, I had to chuckle.
At myself.
Once again.
I seem to be doing that a lot lately.
2 comments:
Your blog makes me chuckle and makes my day! How did I live without it?! You should write a book!
I can't imagine why anyone wants to read a blog about baby puke. Who would buy the book? Well, besides you of course.
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