Ick. When someone has you on speakerphone and you can hear yourself in lagging. So it sounds like you're repeating yourself. Lol
Ick. When someone has you on speakerphone and you can hear yourself in lagging. So it sounds like you're repeating yourself. Lol
I've been told that under no circumstances should I ever be the owner of any kind of power tool.
And I'm just over here like...Does. Not. Compute. I NEED TOOLS.
I'll figure out how to operate them later...
Carol,
I think that room looks AWESOME, but also way TOO DANGEROUS for me to ever walk into.
Kudos to others who could have a room in their house like that.
But as for me... I manage to hurt myself with a mere vegetable peeler. I can't imagine what would happen if I tried to enter a room with HANGING SWORDS!
Only if I lived in a hospital. And even then.
"What seems to be the injury, ma'am?"
"I think I decapitated myself..."
Ok, so THAT was a bit of a scare... And this time I don't mean the Bible Discussion Forum.
I was eating a number of black grapes straight off the cluster, and as I lifted the bunch to suck down yet another, I happened to glance up and faintly saw something move. "Wait," I thought, " Are these grapes are moving by themselves?!" I almost wish they were.
The real culprit?
A black spider about the size of a nickel was crawling across the grape I was about to eat.
Fortunately, I'm not all that scared of spiders. Worms, frogs, overzealous door-to-door evangelists, yes, but spiders, not so much. I just took the grapes to the sink and washed the spider down the drain.
But oh my goodness. That was a close one. I almost got myself an extra dose of protein.
Everyone should have one of those dash cameras and they should be wirelessly connected to the police so every time some jerk cuts you off, their license plate will be recorded by the cops and they will instantly be issued a ticket or arrested as soon as they park.
That is all.
Ok, so THAT was a bit of a scare... And this time I don't mean the Bible Discussion Forum.
I was eating a number of black grapes straight off the cluster, and as I lifted the bunch to suck down yet another, I happened to glance up and faintly saw something move. "Wait," I thought, " Are these grapes are moving by themselves?!" I almost wish they were.
The real culprit?
A black spider about the size of a nickel was crawling across the grape I was about to eat.
Fortunately, I'm not all that scared of spiders. Worms, frogs, overzealous door-to-door evangelists, yes, but spiders, not so much. I just took the grapes to the sink and washed the spider down the drain.
But oh my goodness. That was a close one. I almost got myself an extra dose of protein.
I told my boss this morning I was sleepy. Then after lunch...
Boss: are you still sleepy?
Me: nope! I'm wide awake now!
Boss: sometimes, I don't know what to do with you.
Wait. Wat?
I'll let you in on a little secret, Melita.
Sometimes WE don't know what to do with you either (because you're too dang adorable.)
That's why we want you to stick around... so that we have time to decide... (Don't you worry, we are going to try our best to marry you off!)![]()
Man I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
Man I don't want to go to work tomorrow.