December 6, 2007Thanks a million for all of the birthday wishes yesterday--I had a really awesome day!
In other news, now that the birthday high has worn off, I'm a total nervous wreck. Somehow I thought it was an okay idea to run a marathon the week before my husband graduates, and two weeks before we move across the country. I'm so relieved that I didn't also commit to star in that feature film with Matthew McConaughey, because wow, that would have totally pushed me over the edge.
I'm not sure about you, but three things happen when I experience anxiety:
1. I become very jittery.
2. I get really goofy.
3. I completely shut down.
So basically, I've spent the morning sitting at the kitchen table with my to-do list positioned to my left, and the telephone sitting to my right. But instead of using the telephone to accomplish my tasks, which seems like the logical thing to do, I've spent the last hour trying to unwrap the same damn BlowPop while I make up zillions of new knock-knock jokes that involve the word orange.
Poor James, he's getting so sick of these knock-knocks, but bless his golden little heart, the kid keeps playing along. Somehow, I think he knows that his mother's about to crack, and he's desperately trying to avert an emotional crisis. Our morning has sounded a lot like this...
Me: Knock knock.
James: Who es dare?
Me: Orange.
James: Owenge hoo?
Me: Ummmmm.....Orange you glad that your mom is hot? or Orange you grossed out that our dog smells like overcooked broccoli? or Orange you sad that The Cosby Show got cancelled? or Orange you sooo frustrated that this stinkin' BlowPop is wrapped more securely than FREAKING FORT KNOX?!?!
James: Uh, yes.
And then we do it again.
As soon as I get my sanity back, I'm buying this kid a bulldozer. I know it seems extravagant, but it's all he's ever wanted, and he really does deserve it.
Have a good day, troops!
28 comments:
I decided to buy one of those damn blow pops when I was driving by myself for 4 hours. So, I'm trying to drive and open that thing the entire time. It probably wasn't safe, but it did help the time go by. Why do they make them so impossible to open, anyway?
They should include instructions on how to properly open one of those blow pops without going insane. I hope your day improves.
Knock Knock!
Who's there?
Runna
Runna who?
Runna Marathon!
Lame. Really lame.
Okay...that explains why you haven't listened to my message and I'm still waiting for you. Call me when you get a chance. Thanks.
Orange you glad you're only going to be an hour and change away from your sister though?
knock knock.
who's there?
banana.
banana who?
knock knock.
who's there?
banana.
banana who?
banana who?
(keep on doing this till the other person gets really mad then say....)
knock knock.
who's there?!?!?
orange.
orange who?
orange ya glad I didn't say banana?:)(i know, dumb joke)
See, now the rest of us, we drink when we get stressed. What you need is a good, dry, stiff martini. It would cure you just fine; don't worry, I won't tell if you indulge.
At least bulldozers are orange.
(well, maybe more like yellowish orange...)
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange
Orange who?
Orange you glad you'll have a White Christmas?
watch out..he may already be writing a book...a pop-up about his 1st 2 1/2 yrs!
well I too am glad you turned down that role in the movie with matthew, because they offered it to me!!!
Hang in there! Smile... it helps. (o:
We just finished up a solid year of my kids telling knock knock jokes that made no sense whatsoever. I can't take any more. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Ahhhh James will have payback one day with those jokes. Just wait. :>)
Hang in there!
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