made me chuckle

Danny made this snowman at our arts and crafts group this week. He got a little carried away with the scissors. The face and scarf were his own creations. When it was time to write his name, he told me to only write three letters because he's three. I guess when he's four, he'll be Dann. When he's five, he'll finally be Danny. Maybe when he's six he'll start going by his given name. Who knows?

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.