Out of all my responses to my ad for a roommate on craigslist, this was the funniest.
How will I notice? After we are already living together? no no no no no no no.
She also sent me a photo of herself. So good. But I am too nice to post that.
So glad I found someone who is everything I wanted: nice, normal, and NEVER HERE.
09/06:
These girls make my life. I’ve had the best memories with them. Great night. ALWAYS fun to be hanging back at Biola.
09/08:
I will be recording the hilarious things my precious kindergartener’s say to me. So if you don’t like it, I don’t care.
Today, each kid had a “me bag” where they got to tell the class about themselves. One hilarious little boy pulled out a warm STRING CHEESE and said in one super fast breath:
“and I brought cheese because I love cheese and one time I went to the doctor and he told me I couldn’t have cheese anymore because I have cheese breath so now I can’t have it anymore but I still love it.”
I literally started having a conversation with him about cheese until I remembered I was the teacher.
09/10:
I have gone back and forth on posting this, but its too funny not to. I have a totally RATIONAL fear of sending texts to the wrong person-in fact, I usually always double check who it’s getting sent to…you have to be very careful these days or else you could end up in a situation like the one that happened to me.
The other night, after hanging out with some of my favorite friends, we joked about getting diarrhea from how much pizookie we were eating. The next day, I am at school setting up my classroom and texting my hilarious friend Lindsey. We are having a disgusting conversation and joking about what the pizookie did to our insides. Well, because of me being super busy that day, I responded to MY MOM instead of to Lindsey. So my mom got this lovely text:
“Literally pounds. I didn’t know my body could hold that much shit.”
FIRST OF ALL, the text itself is REALLY random and hardly makes sense out of context like that, but it’s pretty easy to decode. SECOND OF ALL, I started sweating at what she was going to say about my dirty mouth. BUT my mom’s response made everything even funnier:
“Yeah-your body can hold up to 5 pounds of fecal matter at a time.”
?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!
disgusting. welcome to my life. my mom is one of a kind. leave it to her to totally shock me by informing me instead of lecturing me.
It made for a good laugh…especially for Lindsey once I told her.
