I Used to Be Funnier…
Calendar of Awesomeness
Better than anti-depressants! … Sort of.
Conversation with my best friend “H”
BM: Hey stranger! How’s it?
H: I’m sick…meh.
BM: Oh man. Sorry! Got the poops?
H: No a cold.
BM: A cold with the poops?
H: No ya dope, just a cold.
BM: Ohhhh I get it. You NEED to poop! Maybe if you poop you’ll feel better!
H: You’re a dork
BM: A dork who poops and isn’t sick! I think I might be on to something….
BM: See? You miss me dontcha?! ;0)
H: You Betcha
BM: Yessss!!!! I knew it. They all said you didn’t but I was positive that you still love me even if I did leave a booger in your minivan.
BM: Nevermind that. What’s for dinner?
(and p.s. “BM” stands for BLogMuSe… That’s ME!!…. NOT bowel movement sickos…)
Growing up in Colorado, I learned early on that bitter-cold winters mixed with fancy, shiny, chrome bumpers on pick-up trucks are imperative to a girl’s development of strong leg muscles and “hovering skills”