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Not a post on its own. But if you smoosh them all together? YES!
April 18th, 2008
- The Son just bumped his truck into my breast and said “truck Nur-Nur?” Maybe he is thinking about alternative fuel sources?
- Just found half a mushed up banana under the couch. I think I discovered the source of all these ANTS!
-Things that suck….. literally…..TICKS! I just found one on my BOOB! YEEAACK! GETITOFFMEBEFOREITOTALLYLOSEMYSHIT!! Whoosh, The Husband and tweezers to the rescue. Is that a bullseye rash? OMFG! I HAVE LYME DISEASE!! WHAH! Oh, no, wait. Oops, that is just my aerola.
-If you cut down really old rose bushes planted by really old ladies you will get really dirty looks. Especially if you tell them you are putting up a stripper pole in its place. Geesh. A JOKE! It was joke! (At my baby shower, which all of the youth I taught bible study to attended, my friend Amber introduced herself as, “I’m Amber. I have known Hey You for four years. We met while we were both working at the same strip club.)
-It is Friday and I have not finished the Read it or Rant. In fact, I just remembered it right now. Good thing I am not being paid to do it, because right now I am going to take a nap instead of any more blogging! If I can make it to my room. So tired……**smack** head hits desk**Honk-shoooooooo**
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Alternate title suggestion: Smashogram…not only did you smoosh several short tidbits together, most of them were on the topic of boobs. Therefore, since I refer to mammogram as smashogram (way more appropriate…I think) and you smashed a couple of items together…it’s perfect. Wow…my mind is so twisted. Wait…I’m not the one with ten billion entries about my boobs.
The tick thing is very funny. My husband who we will call “Big Daddy” doesn’t understand that ticks are nasty and that having one on the boob could be very traumatic. He thinks I am a sissy and ins’t the least bit sympathetic when one has attacked me.
Men, mine does not get it either.