The daughter mentioned before cannot figure her mom out to save her life. We went to store and couldn't find everything I needed and I had to kind of use my memory for the ingrediants. We must have walked back and forth the full length of the store about 5 times. Since everything was not there we needed to go to the store that had it, so we just made fun of the store, got what we wanted then went to other store.
We got to that store and was told by another customer that the store was closing in 4 minutes. I just wanted one back of Pepe Ancici pasta so I could make Frog Eye. Nobody needed to know that. We walk into the store and the cashier says, "We close in four minutes." I told him I know, so we got what we needed and made fun of everything and everybody in the store along the way.
For instance as we are walking into the store there's a really BIG sign that says "Open 24 Hours". but they were closing in 4 minutes. So which is it, they are closing in 4 minutes or they are open 24 hours? They deserved to be made fun of.
I need to lose weight.
And then the drive home brought more picking on people, laughing and ho ho hoing all the way home! We just didn't have a sleigh and that was probably a good thing. We'd get pulled over for drunken sleighing and would have been totally sober.
The conversation while going to the other store was Drunken Raisin's. We both read the article, but not together, and that left the inventor open to all kinds of stuff. BUT I want to try them because of my back. That would lead to drinking and driving. How do you explain to a cop that your not drunk driving, that the only thing you had was a few raisins. There was more back and fourth until she was talking about an undrunk date. I still can't figure out if she was talking about the plum-date or some guys undrunk Date. She was laughing so hard at her own joke I just didn't get it. At least she cracked herself up!
Trying to figure me out isn't all that hard. It's about LAUGHTER an having a good time. I maybe old but I ain't dead! :)
Merry Christmas.
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