Sunday, August 30, 2009

It's All About Pop-U-Lar

More signs that I am not popular:

1. The t-shirt my mom got me in Nashville that says "Not Popular"

2. Even the missionaries and Jehovah's Witnesses don't knock on my door.

3. My 4-year-old daughter has as many blog followers as I do.

4. The ladies I work with at church keep giving me fake addresses so they can have meetings without me.

5. I've started to enjoy a certain companionable silence with the ants that are out by my pool.

6. I left my diary sitting out in the open and nobody wanted to read it.

7. Nobody in this whole wide world has named a baby after me. Hizzigrelda happens to be a wonderful name, and really, it could work for a boy or a girl, so there's no excuse.

8. I played hide and seek with my kids Saturday morning and nobody came to find me until they got hungry for dinner.

9. I feel left out when my foot falls asleep without the rest of me.

4 comments:

Connie said...

Bahahahahaha!!! Seriously, laughed out loud. Even though you are lame, I still love you (when you make dinner for me)

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The Crider Clan said...

I know how you feel! I can't even get my own husband to choose me over a TV documentary about the white leopards of India!

Lecia said...

Hmmm, I wish I had thought of that one MC, because for me it's the show where it's a whole hour of truckers driving across ice. now that's funny

Signe said...

Funny! I relate. This would not be so funny if it weren't so true. You are popular in my family though.