What if I had ended yesterday’s post by saying, “I’m enlisting”?
That would have been hilarious*, huh?
But I didn’t, so…
Yesterday, Brooks & Dunn called it quits. (SO EMBARRASSING… oh wait… not yet… wait for it…)
On some website, I saw that the writer had referred to them as “Brooks & DONE,” and I thought, “Well, that’s clever.” I love words. I love plays-on-words. I just liked it, okay? And I resolved that I would use it as my own.
So last night, as I was leaving the Y, drenched in sweat delightfully and femininely glistening, I tossed my towel in the bin. And the man behind the counter said, “Haha – just like Brooks & Dunn – throwing in the towel” (someone give that man a trophy, because THAT WAS SHARP).
It was my chance.
And here is what I said.
“More like Brooks & NO MORE!”
I ruined it. Completely.
I mean, what in the hell was that? Brooks & No More? Brooks & NO MORE?
And what’s worse – if I had gotten it right, it’s the sort of thing that would only translate in writing. I could have said, “More like Brooks & DONE!” and started laughing hysterically, patted myself on the back for my brilliance, and winked at my latest adoring fan on the way out the door – and the poor YMCA worker would have just thought I was a dolt.
So, given the two scenarios, I suppose it’s Sophie’s Choice.
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*Hilarious not because the military is something to be laughed at, but more at the thought of me wearing a hat of any sort.
Just preempting the blog-hatred. A girl gotsta look out for herself.