Humor me – that’s all I’m asking
So P gave up shredded cheese for Lent. She told us that the other night when G, T and she were over here bringing the party to me since I was immobilized from my foot surgery. I laughed so hard I hurt.
Today G and I were chiding TL for losing the junk in his trunk since he’s lost about twenty pounds – later when I was trying to figure out how big his boat is for the vignette on New Orleans he told us nowhere near as big as the junk that was in his trunk – G and I laughed till we almost spit.
This afternoon I was finally forwarding G the Mardi Gras pics that I took and the one that makes me laugh out loud is her with the two guys dressed up like Justin Timberlake’s Dick in the Box skit – it’s hysterical.
During my send, P sent me an email saying her husband R likes to tell a story about me from Mardi Gras that cracks him up – she writes: The night we saw you at Molly’s, you were telling him how stressed you were with the house, job etc. and then you told him that you knew things would be better because you had a Tootsie Roll in your pocket! He thought that was priceless and so did I.