Thursday, July 7, 2011

Some Days I Just Can't Help Myself

There are some days that I just can't help myself...
My niece posted one of those deep thought posty things on FB not too long ago so I thought I would share: Heather posted that every person we meet leaves a piece of themselves with us - to teach us or to guide us, even if we don't realize it right away.....
MY Comment: "like when you get up from the toilet seat in a public restroom and realize it was wet the whole time ....just a little something from the person we met on the way into the stall, obviously you didn't realize it until you stood up, but quite possibly something you will take with you for always or perhaps at least until you get a 'scription for penicillin…."


Also recently I was at a local Superstore supermarket, a little late in the evening not a lot of folks around..

Over in the meat department I was checking out the Beef options, when a young couple comes strolling up. You can tell they are newly in a relationship because they all flirty and stuff and still like each other, they must have just moved in together. They were a cute little tattooed couple with ginormous matching ear plugs and stuff, maybe they met at a piercing convention. Aaaahhh young love....could've been the first time they were shopping together, that will change soon enough. After awhile you'd like to leave your spouse in the meat department.
So the chica is a little giggly and flirty saying, "What sort of meat do you want, I don't know what kinds of meat men like...." eyelash batting and big grin.

The Heavens parted and a beam of light came down ,
Yes right there in the Wal-Marts…it was the sort of dream comedic set up that amateur and professional Smart Alecks alike wait for their entire lives.....oh the possibilities of amazing comebacks for that one....

So I lean over to Mr. Giant Lobes and stage whisper, "Go for the Beef Tongue, chicks dig good tongue.."
They bust out in laughter, I turn around to walk away and bump right into Ron.
The delivery and comeback was beautiful, but even more priceless was the look on my husband’s face, horror stricken he wanted to climb up into the meat counter, yesssss
....double bang for one joke.

 a little something from me to you on a Thursday afternoon, or as I like to call it Friday Eve or Pre Pay Day



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