First of all, excellent marriage advice, everyone! Eeeexcellent, Smithers. Really, thank you. You all rock. It is like I have hundreds of friends all over the world. And hey, I'm trying to get someone from New Zealand to read this blog. Wouldn't that be cool? COME ON, NEW ZEALAND!
Second, someone sent me a link last week, with pictures of old rooms from the '30s and '40s. I want that person to know I have gotten nothing done since she sent me that link. Oh! I love those old drawings of 1930s kitchens and 1940s living rooms and libraries and such.
Third, all sorts of nice people have mentioned me on their blogs lately, and given me nice awards, and I don't know how to take the award from their blog and put it on mine. I have no computer skills, a thing dcrmom and Marvin can attest to. The part where I learned how to put pictures on here took 750 divorce-inducing hours. But don't think I'm not grateful for my awards.
One hundred and ninthly, driving home this evening, could've sworn we had it all worked out. You had this boy believing way beyond a shadow of a doubt. Well, I HEARD it on the street. HEARD you might've found somebody new.
Okay, that was only funny if you are as old as I am and you spent seven hours a night watching MTV in 1982.
I was driving home tonight and I heard the song Praise You by Fatboy Slim and I remembered the first time I saw the video for it. I was thinking, "That was the hardest I ever laughed in my entire life, the first time I saw that video." Even later when I learned they weren't an actual dance troupe, I STILL laughed at that video, because the thought that anyone could choreograph dancing that ridiculous just kills me.
Then I thought, no. The hardest I ever laughed was the time my cousin Katie and I were at the gas station, and I was filling the tank and she opened the car door and said, "Maybe when we get home, you can cream my feet." Now, that is an old joke between the two of us, but what was funny about it was that some pervert man was filling HIS tank, and he looked so COMPLETELY AROUSED by us that we fell into hysterical giggles, and I had to somehow finish filling my tank while I was in fits.
But no, then I remembered the time I was driving in a separate car from my high school boyfriend, and I thought he was in the car next to me at a stop light so I pulled down my eyes and pushed up my nose and turned to his car, only it was some complete stranger, and I had to sit through the entire stop sign next to that person.
But then I remembered the time Marvin and I were at the fancy restaurant and the menu had a dessert item called an apple dump but he called it an apple shunt.
But no. I remember the time I laughed the hardest. I was about 12, and my mom, my Aunt Kathy, my Uncle Leo and I were at an A&W. You all know what those are, right? They are the kinds of restaurants where you order and eat in your car.
I have no idea why, but my mother and I were eating in one car, my aunt and uncle in the other. Mom and I happened to look over at Uncle Leo at the same time, and he was tossing the rest of his vanilla shake out the window.
Except his window was shut.
All you could see for a minute was all vanilla shake, all the time. Then, as it slowly dripped down, you could see my uncle with his head thrown back, laugh laugh laughing. I guess the funniest part was that we knew how ding-dang NOT funny my Aunt Kathy was finding it, over in the passenger seat.
She is neat and tidy. She is a Virgo.
If you know me in real life, you are probably going to write in and say no, you were much more hysterical the time blah blah blah. And that is fine. I could be wrong.
So tell me when you think you laughed the hardest. Oh, and one more thing before I go feed this ANNOYING CAT. I don't think Marvin is reading this blog anymore. So every day, I'm gonna say something that if he were reading it, he'd be really angry about, and we'll see how many days until he yells at me.
Day One. I bought the CUTEST Kate Spade bag today for $425! I charged it! Shhh! Don't tell Marvin!