Things I don't understand:
Why does the weekend go by so fast and why is my laundry never folded come Sunday night? I'm gong to spend the next 3 mornings digging through laundry baskets for socks and underwear. (Yes, I realize I could be folding it right now instead of blogging but that's beside the point.)
Why does my new iphone think I'm a homophobic pot smoker having an affair? I went to text my son back, "Ok hon," and the supposedly intuitive auto correction feature changed it to "Ok homo." Then whenever I type "hey," it changes it to "hash," and when I type "hon" to my husband, it comes out "Jon."
Why can't I think of witty things to tweet about? There were only three times this week that I thought of something funny to say in reply to someone's tweet and all three times it was Cheeseboy's tweets.
I think he thinks I'm hitting on him because the last tweet from me was, "Maybe it means you want to be spanked," in reply to his, (and I'm paraphrasing because I can't remember it exactly) "What does that say about me that all the tweets Twitter recommends I follow are from mommy bloggers and adult comics?"
Why are these silly, petty questions the best I can come up with to blog about tonight?
I should go fold my laundry.
Or play Sally's Spa on my iphone.
Hope y'all have a Happy Valentine's Day!
P.S. Why did I hit "Publish Post" on this???
Wonderingly,
Lori
1 comment:
Glad you did hit publish because you made me laugh! I wish laundry would fold itself instead of being a never ending vortex of work! And don't get me started on finding matching socks! Blah!! Hope I get some chocolate today to round out my "oh, great, it's Monday and Valentine's Day" mood!
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