I'm obnoxious at things like Baby Showers and places like that, because I'm good at word games. And so many shower games are word games.
Well, tonight was no exception, and I had particular fun turning this list of 20 words (only half of which had anything to do with baby stuff) into a story. And yes, it's rather braggy of me to blog about it, but here I go anyhow...
diaper
pacifier
breast feeding
crib
stroller
bottle
onesie
blanket
mobile
coo
traffic light
wine
Wal-Mart
cell phone
chain saw
calendar
Lent
table
internet
backseat
_A Very Bad Day_
My diaper was dripping while I was stuck at the traffic light in front of Walmart. Eighth week of Lent. My mobile phone was fried due to a lack of blanket coverage by my lousy cell-phone provider. Clearly, customer service takes a backseat. Light turns green, but the water table was over-flowing into the street, so I'm helplessly stuck in front of this huge puddle. What a bad day. If only I hadn't lost my calendar! Then it might not BE the eighth week of Lent, and I could be surfing the internet while sucking down my favorite pacifier: a bottle of wine back at my home-girl's crib. Yah! What-ever!
I finally get around the puddle amongst a long line of cars--a chain! Saw a stroller careening down the road straight for the chain of cars, so I grabbbed an old engine-oil smeared onesie that lives on the floorboard of my car. Threw it out the window and under the wheels of the careening stroller, averting at least one disaster in my very bad day. I'm a hero. I should crow. Or coo. Or something. Pride fills my breast, feeding my ego. Until I remember my diaper, that is.
Well, tonight was no exception, and I had particular fun turning this list of 20 words (only half of which had anything to do with baby stuff) into a story. And yes, it's rather braggy of me to blog about it, but here I go anyhow...
diaper
pacifier
breast feeding
crib
stroller
bottle
onesie
blanket
mobile
coo
traffic light
wine
Wal-Mart
cell phone
chain saw
calendar
Lent
table
internet
backseat
_A Very Bad Day_
My diaper was dripping while I was stuck at the traffic light in front of Walmart. Eighth week of Lent. My mobile phone was fried due to a lack of blanket coverage by my lousy cell-phone provider. Clearly, customer service takes a backseat. Light turns green, but the water table was over-flowing into the street, so I'm helplessly stuck in front of this huge puddle. What a bad day. If only I hadn't lost my calendar! Then it might not BE the eighth week of Lent, and I could be surfing the internet while sucking down my favorite pacifier: a bottle of wine back at my home-girl's crib. Yah! What-ever!
I finally get around the puddle amongst a long line of cars--a chain! Saw a stroller careening down the road straight for the chain of cars, so I grabbbed an old engine-oil smeared onesie that lives on the floorboard of my car. Threw it out the window and under the wheels of the careening stroller, averting at least one disaster in my very bad day. I'm a hero. I should crow. Or coo. Or something. Pride fills my breast, feeding my ego. Until I remember my diaper, that is.
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My.
GOSH.
You are hilarious.