Sunday, August 22, 2010
Believe it or not I'm walking on air
I have a (few) good laugh(s).
L: Right a grandparent, not a parent.
E: A grandparent is a type of parent.
L: No, it's not.
E: A grand piano is a type of piano, is it not?
L: Well you got me there. Riddler, but I hope that logic works when I crash grandparents' weekend.
L: I think internships are a Communist plot.
L: M, back off. I happen to have a few other things on my mind right now, so forgive me if I haven't put all of my energy into focusing on your dog funeral.
M: I apologize that my loss has come at an inopportune time for you. I will try to schedule the next death when it is more convenient.
L: Thanks. We can check the cake off our list. What else do I need to remember?
S: Don't worry, 'cause I prefer footballs, basically.
L: What?
S: Don't worry, 'cause I prefer footballs, basically.
L: Huh?
S: It’s a mnemonic device. Dress, wedges, champagne, ice, plastic flutes, beaded clutch. "Beaded clutch" is one word.
L: And panty hose.
S: Don't worry, 'cause I prefer footballs, basically, Polly.
L: And tissues and my camera.
S: "Don't worry, 'cause I prefer footballs, basically," Polly teased Chad.
L: Why would Polly tease Chad about preferring footballs?
S: I don't know. Maybe Polly prefers soccer balls.
L: That doesn't make any sense.
S: Well then stop adding stuff to the list.
Good grief I read the
best stuff ever.
I SHOULD GET BACK TO WORK. My snoring dog is distracting me. Die.
OHMYGOSH HOW ORIENTEERING. D: D: D: We're gonna dieeee. Andandand MICHELLE THE NOTES (not likely that you'll see this). Give 'em up.
Posted at 10:23 PM
