While watching the Olympics on TV last night, my son said I was a big luger, but I misunderstood him and started to cry.
My daughter said I was her biggest Valentine. It is probably a coincidence that I was weighing myself at the time.
I felt a little depressed when I went to the bathroom and nobody hollered "Mom!" the minute I closed the door.
My friend gave me a sweater that she thought would bring out my best features. It's an extra high turtleneck. I wore it once, but it was hard to breathe through all that material. I guess she likes my eyes.
I missed a major meeting at work. The minutes state that I was present but unusually quiet.
My son thought that Signal Butte was another name for me in my yellow spandex exercise pants.
The opinion piece I wrote for the newspaper was mistakenly printed with the comics.
I got buried in paperwork while doing my taxes, and someone left flowers on top of me.
I locked myself into my car. Yes, into. That's all I care to say about that.
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2 comments:
I don't know how you think of these things! You are so talented.
Too funny,Lecia! You know how to make us all laugh. Thank you. Jan B
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