On a lighter note, I must blog Wendy’s latest embarrassing story. Before I tell this tale, I must preface it with some background info.
Since our driveway is so very long, we keep our trash cans at the end by the road where they are picked up every Thursday. The system we have developed it to collect a few bags, then either Wendy or Myself will throw them on top of our vehicle on our way to run an errand and drop them into the cans on our way out. Does anyone see where this is heading yet?
Well, Wendy left to the Post Office the other day and came back as red as a beet! Apparently she had forgotten all about the 3 bags of trash on top of her SUV. As she was entering the Post Office, she inwardly wondered why all the people around her were gawking. On her way out, she noticed the bags, stuffed them into the back of her vehicle, then made a hasty retreat!! Now isn’t that funny?
i am so glad that someone besides me does stuff like that! But Beware Mike, everytime my husband gives me
“hell” about something silly I’ve done, he gets it back ten – fold, and you just advertised her boo-boo on the WEB! I hope you have better luck than my husband. HaHa!
Tell Wendy to just sit back and wait, after all you are a man. Just kiddin’ ya!
Hey Tasha! When I was 11 years old, I had long shoulder length hair which was popular in the late 70’s. My dear old mother thought I would look “So Cute” with curly hair so she bribed me with an ice-cream cone to let her give me a “home-perm”.
After enduring that embarrassment, I sincerely feel I can handle anything life has to throw at me now. Everything since has paled in comparison!
LOL! My mom did the same thing to me, it sucks huh?
I thought those fried curls would never grow out long enough to be cut off. I can sympathize wholeheartedly.
By the way, I think you & Wendy are great people, I love her websites. Take Care til’ next time!
Yeah tasha… as I ponder that event in retrospect… I often wonder why I just didn’t get a buzz cut after she Nuked my hair. You think my own Mother would at least have had the Mercy to Semi-Repair the damage… but Nooo… Off to School I went the next day looking like a worn out brillo-pad. I could be the President of the United States right now had it not been for that traumatic experience!! hehehehe