I just somehow, mostly pulled off finishing the Thursday orders. It was close. I barely survived and had to meet the truck in my pajamas with my hair looking like Tina Turners's.
It is at times like this, that I really get amused by the strangest things.
I was just pondering some of my favorite words and I think I see a theme developing.
Demented
Deranged
Maladjusted
Oddly enough I use these words on a daily basis. Go figure.
Then Zoie, poor thing, is wiped out by basketball and some cruddy cold that Ida May has given us all twice. She just tried to make herself some cinnamon toast but accidentally put CHILLI POWDER on her toast. I'm still chuckling over that one! I fear the kids may be doomed to inherit some of my dementia.
The janitor at the school asked how we got the dent in the van, and all I could say was, " Which one. " Let's see first I was in a hurry, Happy was calving out in the field and I backed into the lawnmower cart. Then I somehow managed to back up at a fairly good pace right into a 10 ft by 20 ft stack of cement pillars. I was preoccupied, the sheep had just been moved into a new pasture and what can I say, I was excited to see them in that idyllic pasture. Took out the passenger side view mirror and the door with that one. Can I borrow your car? Or better yet, your nice 4-wheel drive truck. THAT would be really fun.
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:-) Laughing at ourselves keeps us from going insane..............or maybe we are insane and that's why we laugh at ourselves?
ReplyDeleteLove you posts! Love your blog!
Well, Tammy. You and I are like 2 peas in a pod--and I'd say it's pretty safe to say we laugh at ourselves because we're crazy! I was trying to think if I've ever been normal. Nope. I was a pretty weird kid too, me thinks.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! Chili toast! That made me smile. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI think you're absolutely normal, but sadly that wouldn't mean a lot coming from me.lol
ReplyDeleteI'd rather go to my grave with crows feet, then frown lines
Lynea :0)
Yep...........crazy.............and wouldn't have it any other way! ;-)
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad you are not alone, we all have those days! I never use my side mirrors when I drive and once I did so I wouldn't run over any cats in the driveway and I backed up right smack into my father in laws truck. I made my husband tell him about it though.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I'm not the only one that has backed into things. Thanks for making me feel better!
ReplyDeleteOnly car I ever owned, as opposed to shared, was a birthday present. Within six weeks I skidded on snow and bent the trunk into a smile it still wears. Couldn't talk about it for a year and couldn't laugh at it for almost five. I've gotten a LOT less serious.
ReplyDeleteI call those " Git 'er Done Medals " ! There is one good thing about it, though. As long as the thing gets you from Point A to Point B - it's paid for - you're down to only Liability insurance prices - and the gas mileage is pleasant... you're doin' better than anybody driving an Escalade! ;)
ReplyDeleteSo true WeldrBrat! " Git 'er Done Medals " I love it! I certainly got her done all right....
ReplyDeleteIf nothing else, it's a good converstaion starter.
Regina-I've gotten a lot less serious too. Sh*t happens. I will freely admit embarassing things I've done! probably a sign of mental deterioration......