So the other day I was telling my mom how I need to do laundry, "Because I only have one pair of clean underwear left, so after tomorrow . . ." She asked me how long it's been since I did laundry, and I responded that it must have been about twenty days since that's about how many pairs of underwear I have. She: What! You have twenty pairs and you're telling me you need to buy new ones?! Me: Dewd, most of mine don't even count! Come over here, look, LOOK! (At this point, I brought her into the hallway and pulled down my pants to show the too-big, threadbare, holey underpants I had on) See? SEE!?? She: Yeah, but . . .you have them on inside out. Me: What? No I don't! (looks) Oh. Then we laughed our butts off, I put my pants back on and followed her back to the kitchen exclaiming, "But I'm right! They're horrible!" I remember how I used to love blonde jokes, and there were the ones where the blonde has a shirt/shoes that read "TGIF" for Tits/Toes Go In First. . . . umm, yeah. Well, I'm back at the motel for work again. I decided there are more important things at work here than where I work so if I can make money right now instead of waiting for a better job, I'm going to do that. Now, first day back, four hours till quitting time, I wonder why I left at all. I'm sitting here, drinking coffee and listening to The Beautiful Mistake, and all I have to do in the next four hours is create one form. Other than that, I just have to get the phone when it rings, if I feel like it, and umm . . .read David Copperfield. Or go swimming. Or whatever. |