Category: random stuff
I Don’t Like You, Mommy
That’s okay sweetie, mommies aren’t exactly feeling the love for their children all the time, either.
But don’t worry, that feeling is usually fleeting and we wouldn’t trade you for all the chocolate or cute kitties in the world. (Mostly).
(And OMG, I miss that little boy voice. Soooo cute. And no, he’s not mine. But I’d take him. With the mother’s permission, of course. I’m not like … oh never mind.).
Obama’s Top Priority
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With all due respect, Sir, we could do with a little less of your “laser-like focus” please.
In fact, your “top priorities” are strangling this country.
Perfect Moms Make Me Want to Hurl
HAHAHAHA … This absolutely cracked me up, and pretty much explains why I don’t have any mommy friends.
(I’m like Chandler from “Friends” when it comes to friends – she’s too picky, she’s too anal, she needs to lighten up, she needs to get serious, she believes what?? … and on and on).
Perfect moms are like … a sub-human species! It’s just creepy. 😀
Hat tip to Mommyfriend for absolutely making my day.
Hand Dance
Do You Know an Amazing Woman?
How can you NOT like flash mobs? They’re like a real-life Glee episode.
I would totally participate in a flash mob. I would. I think it’s an incredibly positive and uplifting social experiment. Just look at the faces of the other shoppers as they watch – they’re delighted and overjoyed by something so touching.
At any rate, I hope this brought a smile to your face today. (I actually finished the video with tears in my eyes). And tell me readers, do you know an amazing woman?
Tell me about her in the comment section.
Joke: Messed Up Diagnosis
The phone rings and the lady of the house answers.
“Hello?”
“Mrs. Sanders, please.”
“Speaking.”
“Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr.Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your husband’s doctor sent this biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.”
“What do you mean?” Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
“Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer’s and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can’t tell which is which.”
“That’s dreadful! Can you do the test again?” questioned Mrs. Sanders.
“Normally we can, but the new health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time…”
“Well, what am I supposed to do now?”
“The folks at ‘ObamaCare’ recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don’t sleep with him.”
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