I started the morning by brushing my teeth with my face wash. I had to sew my bra up in order to wear it… again. I then came over to the computer to see a new comment on my blog (see Sleepy Tuesday’s comment by Anonymous at Imnottelling at gmail.com) who then pointed out how annoying my blogs are. And if you look at my blogs it’s true, that’s really annoying. So my teeth taste gross and my favorite bra sucks and my English major ego is bruised. BUT, I got a new shirt at Target in the 75% Clearance aisle for only 3.15 and I really dig it.
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Mom of a four year old. In love with a (very cute) dork. Progressive and hopeful. Lived in three states in three years, currently a Minneapolite (polite indeed, ever heard of "Minnesota nice"?.) Diabetic for eleven years. Close to family and friends despite having to drive to Kansas (and beyond) to see them. Writer and artist of non-prolific proportions. Married for insurance purposes. Crafty in more ways than one. Believe in working for a purpose. Tendency to get into obsessive kicks about stupid shit. Love a good poop and fart joke (okay, I love bad one's too). Have a bad habit of being awkward and chronically leave weird messages on people's answering machines.
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May 31, 2007 at 12:54 pm
Anonymous
Your blogs are not annoying-I actually really enjoy reading them. I just noticed that you started a lot of your blogs with certain words. Here’s a bad poop joke to make you smile: A woman living in a rural area wanted to have an outhouse that wouldn’t stink.
She advertised it in the local papers for a contractor that could build such a structure.
After some time, a contractor applied for the job and guaranteed that the outhouse would not have any odor. He got the job.
Sometime after completing the construction, the man got a frantic call from the woman, “You’d better get here fast! That outhouse has a terrible smell!”
He rushed over, went to the outhouse, poked his head through the door and exclaimed,
“No wonder it stinks! You pooped in it!”