Same to you, buddy!
Driving to work, a guy pulled up next to me and yelled “Hey Buddy! You have a brake light out.” “Thank you,” I shouted back. He pulled in front of me. He had a brake light out. May the blessings of the Irony Gods be on us both.
Driving to work, a guy pulled up next to me and yelled “Hey Buddy! You have a brake light out.” “Thank you,” I shouted back. He pulled in front of me. He had a brake light out. May the blessings of the Irony Gods be on us both.
“Well, I told her that you were sitting on the deck drinking your coffee, and then I told her that Albus was with you, and then she told me to go find you. She’d already forgotten that I told her where you were! It must be low-grade amnesia.”
How can I make my man feel like a man? Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?
In my entire 42 years on this planet, I have never seen someone blow the damn candles out on their cake before the song was over. It didn’t occur to me that you could do that. I just would never have thought of it. We’ll never get through another birthday without laughing like loons. “Screw the Song!” just became the cake-hungry rallying cry of the rest of my kids.
It’s shaping up to be a good week all around. Today is Monday, and 5 out 6 of my needs on Maslow’s hierarchy have been met – and it’s not even 0730.