I can think of nothing to write about. Nothing at all. So, I'm cheating.
Got this in an e-mail called Always Check Your Child's Homework:
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith
9 comments:
Still funny today.
Hehe, Mel, this is hilarious! Very funny, made me day, as I am otherwise very tired this morning and a bit bumped out. Man I HATE January.:P
By the way, feel free to be tagged by me should you wish, I just posted a picture tag; they are sometimes ok when the "blog block" hits.;))
: )
What? A person can't earn some spare change any more?
Of course you are.
Never doubted it for a moment.
Really.
Haha!! I got that email not too long ago. I laughed then, just as I did now. :)
Kids are hilarious.
Hi! Just got back from vacation and getting caught up with your blog.
This totally cracked me up! Of course, I didn't "get it" at first ... I thought it was a bank counter at first. Did I mention I'm sometimes slow on the uptake?
Your dream cracked me up. I love that you have your TV boyfriend be your brother in your dream! So self-censoring!!!!
And I enjoy your recaps on the VH1 shows -- you watch them so I don't have to! : )
That's pretty damn funny.... that poor mom.
My husband and I laughed so hard over this! It is a classic!
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