Welcome to the Splatter Zone!
I am thrilled to be getting some new readers. Welcome! Make yourselves at home!
Unfortunately, one of my new readers is Old Sarge. So I will be blogging from the above abode until I learn my lesson about using my husband as blog fodder.
I can do this!
Really!
Okay, so I am in a meeting last night at the VF*n*W, getting together last minute details for our military ball on Saturday. My phone rings.
Old Sarge: I just want you to know that the underwear in the yard did NOT come from the clean clothes pile!
RM: The underwear in the yard?
(the folks at the table perk up and stare at me)
OS: Yes, the underwear in the middle of the back yard! It came from the rag box in my shop!
Friend: Why does OS have underwear in the yard?
RM to OS: You called me in a meeting about underwear???
Friend: What the hell were you doing that OS left his underwear in the yard?
RM: Oh hush!
OS: Don’t tell me to hush! I READ YOUR BLOG!!
RM: I didn’t tell you to hush! And I didn’t know you had underwear in the garage!
Friend: He keeps underwear in the shop?
RM: Oh stop yourself, please.
OS: Stop what? READING YOUR BLOG??
So again, thanks for stopping by and be sure to throw a biscuit my way.
5 Comments:
Nice going, RM. ;)
You should have called them "bungies," or something other than "underpants." Probably would have went over better.
Or not...
You will never know how badly I needed that call last night. I've laughed every time I thought of it.
Oh, and just in case....Waving Hi OS!
Tammi
Oh my. I thought he read it already....
Heh. I call my hubby Mr. Fodder. It'll all work out. ;-)
Oh - and chocolate pie can help too...
Hilarious!
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