It's Wednesday night and I'm feeling a little burned out, ready for a weekend that's still out of reach. I haven't done much of anything since coming home from work today. Can you believe I even stuck frozen dinners in the oven for our evening meal? How lazy can a person be?! I had planned to do a little sewing, but hubby lured me into zoning out in front of the television with promises to watch Ghost Hunters, so that's all I've done. Now I think I'll take a bath and climb into bed with a good book.
And continuing on with the whole lazy mood of the evening--and just so you won't feel like you stopped in to visit for nothing--I'll leave you with a funny story my good friend Eileen sent me today. I hope you get a chuckle!
When someone asks you a dumb question wouldn't you like to respond like this?
Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Athena the wonder dog and was about to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired with little to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again. Although I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, the woman asked if I had ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's behind and a car hit us both. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!