Me: I’m fairly certain that at some point while I was asking the Racist Cripple* if I could mow his curb grass, I used the phrase, “I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”
SB: Oh no. You didn’t!
Me: (wincing)
SB: Oh my god. That’s so bad. You have to blog about this**.
Me: I don’t think so.
SB: It’s so awful. You HAVE to.
* Neighborhood Character. No legs.
** It’s always nice to know that I have spousal support for telling embarrassing stories on the internets.
I wish you could see the drink spew on my monitor. Thanks a lot.
How do you get all the cool art all over your site? Are you in dreamweaver?
Beautius maximus, baby!
I need to know the secret…
~Erik
So a couple of weeks ago, we were in the throes of the final rehearsals before the performance of the middle school musical I directed, and to inspire the students in the chorus to stay involved in a scene where one of the characters embarrasses himself, I used the cliche of the scene being like a car wreck–you can’t look away. This was on the day that my musical director had returned from out of town. Where she had been staying in the hospital with her brother-in-law. Because he had been in an (eventually) fatal car wreck. Oh My God.
Jenny – you crack me up. I miss hangin out – email me sometime – sarahreiman@gmail.com
Have a great St. Patrick’s Day!
Jesse: Ha! I’m thrilled I was able to induce spewing.
Erik: Um…I’m not sure wht you mean. I paid a nice lady to make my site purty.
beth c: Oh dear. That’s equally horrible.
sarah: Hi friend! You travel so much! I would love to hang out when you are not busy galavanting in California!
I would so do something like that. Hysterical!
JayAre: Thank you for your support in my ridiculousness, as always.
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