Who’s that handsome man in the blue puffy coat teaching kids how to make balloons out of garbage bags?
One hint: I’m going to marry him!
How come they didn’t have engineering classes when I was a kid?
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Who’s that handsome man in the blue puffy coat teaching kids how to make balloons out of garbage bags?
One hint: I’m going to marry him!
How come they didn’t have engineering classes when I was a kid?
My fiance Mike just told me that he dropped his toothbrush in the toilet.
I immediately asked, “Did you keep using it?”
I’m not sure what my response says about our relationship.
The guy sitting next to me in the coffee shop has taken the establishment’s vat of white sugar and placed it on his table for his own use.
Should I just ignore him, or do I politely say, “Hey, buddy! Quit hoarding the sucrose, you sugar hog!”
It’s always a self-deprecating moment when you scream over something that’s much smaller and a whole lot deader than yourself.
Let’s be honest. The flattened snake I pedaled next to on this morning’s bike ride was in no way a threat, but that didn’t stop me from inadvertently letting loose a loud “Ah” when I saw it.
I was just reminded, again, how much better my life would be if I could whistle.
Sigh.
It’s a little bit irritating when a person with a bike sticker on their car almost runs me over (twice!) while I’m on my bike.