For crying out loud! Life is short and those
embarrassing funny moments might as well be shared right? Our latest crackups:
Why at church? Why in the middle of the service? My daughter tapped me on the shoulder and told me there was a bug on my back. I turned around, saw something crawling…(It looked big.)…and went completely nuts. One more dream of becoming dignified as I age down the toilet! Raise your hand if you’ve also screamed in church. I feel so alone here! I mean it’s not like it hasn’t happened before! Here is the first time I remember screaming in church.
My nephew wasn’t answering my calls or texts. I cornered him and asked him why he didn’t respond. He said he didn’t get them. I checked to make sure it was the right number. It was. “Oh maybe I blocked you,” he said. Sure enough. What’s this world coming to when an aunt can’t even pester her nephew? Oh the power these kids hold in their hands.
We had someone over fixing one more thing broken around here. My husband filled a water glass. He was talking as he carried it. I watched as he took a drink of it, and then later to my horror he gave it to the man. He still doesn’t believe me that he drank out of it. Ha ha. Never give my husband a drink to hold unless you don’t mind if he drinks it. Many times when out and about I’ve asked him to hold my Coke while I run to the bathroom instructing him to please not drink it. It’s almost always empty when I get back. Oh this reminds me of the time I had a repair guy over to look at our fridge… That man of mine!
“Why do you keep grabbing my leg?” I was annoyed with my husband in the middle of the night.
“Because you’re snoring.”
“What? No I’m not. I’m lying here awake. How could I be snoring?”
“Yes you are. You’re snoring so loud you keep waking me up!”
“I’m not asleep. I can even tell you what I was dreaming…”
Uh…That’s when I shut up. I don’t ever remember him telling me I snore before. I’m pretty sure he was the one snoring in my awake dreams.
Unbelievable! Jason and I got locked out of our bedroom…with all of our keys, purse, wallet, money etc. inside. I was dying to hammer through the door. My husband is much more sane. Thankfully, we did have our phones. One locksmith later we were reunited with our bedroom. Who gets locked out of their own bedroom? I probably shouldn’t tell you this has happened…twice.
Life right now is not as carefree as in other times. You know my sister is going through chemo treatment and my parents are also going through some difficult times, but I do remember to keep my sense of humor…most of the time! 😉 Laugh on y’all!
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