Sunday, November 01, 2009

Ativan Makes Idiocy Hilarious

I just went to make a note on the whiteboard that hangs in my dining nook. It's where I jot down little notes to myself, since I can no longer remember things like my ATM pin. True story, ask Trader Joe's.

Anyway...I was going to write myself a note to remind Art to change a lightbulb in Red's room. I know, I tried to fit one more preposition in the sentence but I couldn't make it happen. But then I realized that DQ had stolen my last dry erase marker for school and I keep forgetting to buy a new one.

So I went to make a note on the whiteboard to buy another marker....

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

9 comments:

David Dust said...

LOL!!!!

XOXOXOXOXO

Miss Ginger Grant said...

You're a reatard! I love you so much!

Jennie said...

Miss Ginger, the PC term is heavily medicated! And dear God, I am. Better living through chemicals!

David, I know...I just sat down and laughed until I ran my mascara. I am such a dork!

The Floydster said...

I think we must have been separated at birth - I often do the same kind of thing! (Okay, cousins then. I know you don't want to reach my age any sooner than you naturally have to!)

Heather said...

So....is this ironic then? It seems like not being able to write down that you need a new dry erase marker, because you don't have a dry erase marker would be ironic, but I never remember the actual definition of irony. (There's that English degree paying off again!)

Maybe it's just one of those crazy things that happen!

Beth said...

HAHAHAHA!!!!! that's like me talking onmy cell phone to Bina and telling her I can't find my damn cell phone!!!!

jennyonthespot said...

Dear Jen,

Quit stealing my life!

Love,
Your Twin

Working Mom said...

Whiteboards still beat post-its, because you could never do the following with a whiteboard:

writing a reminder on a post-it, put it down because one of Those Kids is screaming for/at/over you, looking for it, giving up, taking your kid to practice, thinking the dad next to you is checking out your caboose, having him lean over to whisper in your ear....

"Hey, you've got a post-it on your butt."

From the mother of one redhead to another (um, what about Damien?), I laugh when I see your posts, SO...

I gave you an award on my 11/3/09 post. Happy Scribbling!

mah-meeee said...

i've been away from reading the posts in my reader for awhile... and you are still hilarious as always!

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