I wasn’t going to do a what was I thinking post this week. A Memphis post is calling me! But Julie and her boys were out last night, and she convinced me that Wednesday is Wednesday, and a promise is a promise. Besides, she likes to laugh
at with me.
So once again, I will share with the world exactly how much of a ditz I can be.
WHAT WAS I THINKING…
I cannot roll my tongue. It seems the whole rest of the world can. And when my family gets bored, they invariably start a tongue rolling contest. That always leads to a challenge to me to roll mine. And I can’t do it!
Last night it happened again. They started the disgusting tongue rolling thing. What they didn’t know is that my Oncologist and I had gotten into a discussion about tongue rolling (she can’t do it either) and she said it was not something learned but rather you could either do it or couldn’t. It is hereditary. And I didn’t inherit it! So I attempted to tell this to my tongue rolling fools.
Unfortunately what I said, though, was that I was talking to my GYNEcologist about it… well the imaginations took over and the conversation went swiftly down hill from there.
And here’s one from my not too distant past.
I am an avid coffee drinker. Most of you know that I run a part time embroidery business out of the upstairs of our garage. Since it is part time, it is sometimes days, or even weeks with the shop (I refer to it as the loft) closed up.One day I headed to the loft to work, and was greeted by a decidedly unpleasant odor when I opened the door. Hmmmm… I looked around and didn’t see anything wrong. I went about my business, with my senses on high alert. I finally spotted my very tall coffee cup sitting on the cutting table. It had mold in it. Wow. Could mold really smell that bad. I picked the cup up to throw the stinkin’ coffee away. It sure was heavy. That is when I saw it. A mouse had crawled into the cup, couldn’t get back out, and had died. Serves him right for drinking my coffee.
Memphis and Uncle Cy posts up soon!