For Christmas, my mother gave me about a dozen pairs of sleep pants and pyjamas. At first this made me nervous – I thought maybe I was dying and no one had told me – but then I decided it meant I was Collette: as long as I’m at home, there is no need for me to be dressed. Or vertical.
So that is how I spent my weekend. Friday night I wore the plaid flannel red-and-black pair; Saturday I wore the plaid flannel red-and-grey; and yesterday I wore plaid flannel red-and-white. (Hm, I seem to be sensing a pattern here. Maybe I am not Collette. Maybe I’m the Brawny version.)
Yesterday, I didn’t even take a shower. But I did this morning. And when I did, right there in the you-know of my ample mm-hm I found a note that read “Inspected by number 34.”
Sheesh. And I slept through it.
Well, if they left a note then I guess that means I passed.
Monday, December 31, 2007
What I Pulled Out of My Butt This Morning
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I'm snorting from laughing so hard!
Congratulations on passing!!
Maaan - Alien adbuction? I bet it was the little green men! Congrats on passing though :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EGE!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ayeh. That's my pink luggage.)
:-)
I hope it was inspector #34 and not 34 inspectors! And aren't you proud that you had on new clean jammys while being inspected? MD is sooo proud
Lady -- snort on, sister!
Steph -- actually, this note is to everybody else: go to steph's blog and watch the alien cartoon!
Sparkle -- HNY to you! And welcome Lily-dog! May she never bring you a concussion like Charlie did my mom.
And Mom -- Yup. No undies, but at least I had clean comfie pjs. Phew!
This is just so funny. It seems like such an appropriate way to end my work day (reading this post, not being inspected by #34) that I am packing up now and having an early mark. (Thanks for the inspiration of a good excuse to go home early).
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