… that most people don’t
understand that blowing the powdered sugar off a donut is part of my
healthy eating plan.
… that I used to be a people
person until people ruined it for me.
… that I don’t like this
phase of my life where I Google a celebrity and find out they’re younger than
me.
… that my circle of friends
is so small that when my phone rings I already know who it is.
… that when I was dating, the
guys never realized they they got a comedian, a chef and a mental patient all
rolled into one.
… that most days I feel like
putting an ‘Out of Order’ sign on my head and giving up.
… that co-workers don’t get it that if I call in sick to
work they shouldn’t ask me what’s wrong because what’s wrong is I’m sick of all
of them.
… that sometimes I want to
throw cow poop on people to fertilize them so they’ll grow up.
… that when I was younger my
housekeeping style was best described as “there seems to have been a struggle.”
… that no one gets the fact
that if you’re trying to impress me with your vehicle it had better be a food
truck.
… that no one remembers that
putting me on speaker phone is taking a huge risk. |
Poop will not help people grow, I learned that a long time ago. And I stopped searching for people on Google since just about every celebrity or interesting person is now younger than me.
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DeleteThe "people person" one made me laugh out loud!
ReplyDeleteThat one feels true, right?
DeleteOn his deathbed, one of my high school classmates broke the vow of silence on who drove the manure spreader through town in the middle of the night with a fresh spring barn cleaning loaded in it. The town didn't grow up.
ReplyDeleteI guess he needed a bigger spreader??
DeleteThank you for being my one bright spot this Saturday morning!
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It's good to see that some things HAVEN'T changed! Thanks for the "Why is it..." post, Bob!
ReplyDeleteWe need some kind of a constant, eh?
Deleteππ€€ Aah, food trucks! Yummy cuisines that I used to follow around town! I became unnerved, though, when they started following me! π³
ReplyDeleteI'd love a food truck to follow me ... home, and then park in my driveway so I could stay in my jammies when I go out to get food!
DeleteI was a people person, too, and that’s exactly what happened to me!
ReplyDeleteRight? For the most part I don't really care for people!
DeleteI've always considered myself to be a modern day Pollyanna, always looking for the good in people, but no longer, sweetpea! These MF have released my inner Kraken and it does not bode well for them! Oh, and yeah, a food truck is MOST impressive! xoxo
ReplyDeleteGive that Kraken the keys to the food truck and take over the world!! xoxo
DeleteOh Bobulah, I'm at the age where celebrities are younger than my children. I watch my old favorite shows and movies and mutter "He's dead, she's dead, that whole cast is dead". The good news? Bella's vet visit today wasn't a death march. My little bichonpoo is perfectly healthy for an 18-year-old fossilized bag of blind zooming bones. Yay! I ,on the other hand, am in my depression months, but this cheered me. Thanks, dear heart.
ReplyDeleteGood news about the Bichonpoo, and always glad to lend a little cheer when I can!
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I don't think I've ever seen a powdered sugar donut, it must be an American thing. We have them with sugar and cinnamon, or glazed or with icing. None of which matters now that I've had to give them up.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had a donut in eons, but, yeah, we have them with powdered sugar sprinkled on top.
DeleteI've often thought of calling in sick because work is making me sick. It's an infinite loop, isn't it?
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