I wasn’t asking for comments or compliments yesterday but holy CRAP, I think I needed them. Seriously. I didn’t realize how much but I really did. Thank you.
If we’re friends in real life and therefore on Facebook you’ve seen a couple of my, “I AM A BIG FAT IDIOT!” statuses lately so this entry will not make you laugh as much as everyone else. But to everyone else? HERE’S SOME STUFF TO MAKE YOU LAUGH at my expense as my way of saying THANKS!
First! I’ve not gotten much sleep this week due so this morning I was super-in-need of some coffee and was very-much looking forward to cup #2 when I walked into the kitchen and saw this. The funny part? I COULDN’T EVEN FIND MY COFFEE CUP. I had poured water in the machine, filled the re-usable k-cup, and then…put my coffee cup in the dishwasher before pressing “BREW!” It’s like one of those worksheets in elementary school where you are supposed to order the pictures in the order the tasks would be done. I put the CUP IN DISHWASHER picture before the CUP IN KEURIG picture and screwed the whole thing up.
I went to Nothing Bundt Cakes to order Bundtinis for my sister-in-law’s bridal shower and was being my usually socially awkward self – uncomfortable with the silence while the girl was ringing up my order – so I looked to my left and saw these things and said, “Ohhh, those look delicious!” Then I walked over and realized they were empty containers filled with tissue paper. The girl at the counter was kind enough to pretend she didn’t hear me exclaim my love for eating brown tissue paper, but the lady behind me was having a hard time stifling her laughter when she saw the moment I realized that there was actually nothing edible in those containers.
What could possibly make Wesley exclaim at yesterday at3:30am – after the 3rd time waking up leg cramps – that it was the Best. Night. Ever? Watching his Mom scream (“In a HILARIOUS way” according to him) bloody murder at this Superman Balloon creeping up our stairs at 1am (after the 2nd leg cramp wake up) and then me (and him) laughing hysterically at the entire situation, his favorite part was me declaring that Superman, “Just scared the SHIT out of me!”
For the record, my husband running out of the bedroom saying, “WHAT IS WRONG?!?!” after my scream did NOT think it was the Best. Night. Ever.
This was the email I received this morning telling me I got into the Flying Monkey Marathon I was really hoping to get to do. Isn’t this the best email ever? Laugh at my pain because I have a 50K THE DAY BEFORE this marathon. Welcome to 100K training everyone! It’s going to be fun.