so in the meantime you'll have to put up with my stories. wait, let me rephrase that. my ridiculously crazy and absurd but true stories. by the way, I'm currently praying for a more, uh, mundane life. I think I've had about enough excitement for two, make that three lifetimes.
but then what would I blog about? hmmm...good question.
anyway, I'll quit with the rambling and get on with today's feature post.
a couple days ago, the hubby and I had this bright idea to feed the herd their dinner before feeding ourselves. we figured that way we could actually enjoy our meal (what a concept, hey?) without having to quickly shovel in bites of food in between tending to the herd. and to carry on a simple conversation without straining to hear over the noise of the herd chewing and slurping sounded downright lovely.
quite frankly I don't remember what we were even discussing, possibly Gary's latest job venture. I remember he was in the middle of telling me something when all of the sudden I burst out laughing, nearly choking on my piece of General Tso's chicken.
because our idle chat hadn't been the least bit humorous, he looks at me somewhat quizzically and asks, "what's so funny?"
you guys, by now I'm roaring my fool head off.
"do you realize...bwahahaha... that your shirt...heeeheee... is on inside out? or was it "inside out day" at work today?" honk wheeze. (this, coupled with the sleep deprivation from the previous weekend, literally had me rolling.)
like seriously. I can't believe he didn't notice the raw seams showing or that the buttons were on the inside. hello? not to mention the "Merona" label blaring on the back just underneath the collar. I can see this happening to a mentally challenged person but an engineer? snick-er.
he looks down and studies his shirt a bit closer. "well, I'll be. must be a sign of old age, too many kids, lack of sleep, dressing in the dark or all of the above. I'm amazed no one at work said anything."
obviously his work cronies took pity on him by keeping it mum. they probably figured heck, the guy has nine kids, let's cut him a little slack.
oh what next?
PS. does anyone have any embarrassing "clothing" tales to share?