It wasn’t me who sat in my big, blue, bloggy chair for the past two hours searching every. single. file. on my laptop for six pictures that were e-mailed to me three weeks ago. Because I would never ever hit a wrong button on my computer or be side-tracked to the point where I lose files. No way, because surely I am way too brilliant to do that.
It also wasn’t me who scratched her head and sighed real loud a short while ago because the green bench? The stupid green bench in my room is completely hidden by clothing. It wasn’t me because I never just throw clothes down instead of hanging them up or placing them in the laundry basket. Never.
Why, oh why can I not keep that thing clear of debris?
It couldn’t have been me who stood in her kitchen on Friday holding her beloved iPhone to one ear and the house phone to the other ear in an attempt to have a three-way call with two of my best gal pals. It couldn’t have been me because I don’t enjoy talking and couldn’t think of enough to say to keep two conversations going at once. Never. Not in a million years.
Ahem!
It wasn’t me threw her hand over her mouth when the words, “Man, that’s a nice lookin’ jeep” came spilling out as I passed a Jeep Wrangler as I headed into the grocery store. Nah, wasn’t me because JEEPS do not excite me.
[I can see McDaddy smiling from here!]
Oh, and it certainly wasn’t me who left the sliding door on my van open while my boys and I were in the Dentist because I would never be so careless as to let it all hang out. I’m still not absolutely sure it happened, its just that when I hit my door clicker the door was closing instead of opening. I choose to believe that I hit the clicker three too many times causing the door to open and then close before I noticed what was going on.
Yes, I’m sure that was it. It had to be.
And finally, it wasn’t me who won a gift certificate to the flea market in the Amish Country on a bus trip on Saturday, then forgot to use it. That would be silly because a gift certificate is like money in your pocket and the only thing I love more than shopping is having a gift certificate.
Aren’t you glad I didn’t do all of those things?
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If you need someone to spend the gift certificate for you, just let me know! I’m always looking for an excuse to go to Amish Country. And I totally understand the green bench issue. We have an oak buggy seat at then end of our bed. At least it was oak when we put it there. It always seems to be covered in clothes basets, clothing, blankets, or who knows what.
I LOVED my mini van, but always did that too. Now, my truck is so much better because I can’t leave doors open on accident. Not fun…at all.
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one of my great weakness as well the phone love it and hate it at the same time
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