This is a small thing, but last night, Mom said "dammit" when telling me she forgot something. In turn, I said something like "Dammit, Claren, she forgot."
Soon after I went to the bathroom before going to bed. Or I tried to.
I started laughing so hard remembering my "dammit, Claren" that I could not stand straight, let alone relieve myself. Thank god I have floor-to-ceiling super pole in the bathroom otherwise I might have fallen.
Finally, I had to tell Mom I was dying of laughter, then I calmed down and took care of business and went to bed.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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1 comment:
you kill all of us, figuratively.
jtg
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