I have a reputation for saying things in funny way. Somehow, the inanities of life make me laugh…you know….eventually. The problem I’m discovering, is that in order for an event to be described in a humorous fashion, it has to occur. That is to say, if I practice my ‘bum-sitting’ all day, and the children in my life do not throw up, or say anything particularly entertaining, and no snakes or dogs or crazed birds come unexpectedly into my life, and Blair has done nothing worthy of a good internet mocking, then I have nothing to say…in a funny way or otherwise.
I’m thinking I need to branch out. Maybe to the comedy of crochet? Humorous happenings with hampers? Witty wall washing? (Seriously, I could do this all day…)
**Dusting is Droll!**
**Shower Shenanigans** (I did slip and almost fall down yesterday…)
** Bed Making or Merry Making? So hard to tell around here!**
**Partying with Plants** (they DID look more cheerful after I watered them…except for Marjorie. I don’t think she’s doing very well…but Eleanor perked right up!) (I like to name my plants after women I admire, and yes there’s an Audrey, as in Hepburn. I’m thinking I need a Maya, I love that woman’s poetry and writing.)
I’ll spare you the rest:)
Now, as I’m talking to you, there was a little person calling my name from under the piano. When I said, “What?”
She said, “There’s a Tiger EATING my plate!”
I said, “Oh dear!”
She said, “Why did you say, ‘oh dear’? It’s not a deer, it’s a Tiger. Silly Maren.”
There you go.
HILARIOUS:)
LOL! Silly Maren 🙂
Thank you!