Things you will never hear me say
“Can I have your pickles?”
“Dream car? Buick LeSabre.”
“Please! Tell me more about your foot fungus!”
“This would look better in Comic Sans.”
“Wanna watch golf?”
“This dress? Oh – Chadwicks of Boston.”
“Please don’t rub my feet.”
“Let’s start a Dungeons & Dragons club.”
“Penetrate.” I can barely type it, let alone say it. [shudder]
“Man, I wish Savage Garden would cover ‘She’s Like the Wind.’”
“I quit my blog.”
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2 things…
1: Ummm your lovely bridesmaid dress that you wear ALL the time, Chadwicks.
2: Maybe I only had the one thing. I guess I forgot the 2nd.
I agree with almost all of them Annie, and I appreciate it.
Still, there are those people. . . .in certain industries. . . . ahem. . . .that I work in. . . .that might inexplicably come up to you and start telling you about crazy stuff – like their open heart surgeries. . . .and how THAT is the event that led to them starting to smoke. WTF?
But, at least I will never, ever, ever hear them talk about Chadwicks.
That Chadwicks comment is a low blow, Annie. I live for their catalogs! You know that….