originally posted in 2010
It’s not even Thanksgiving!
Not at this specific moment.
Mmmmmm Cadbury Eggs
Let me think about it.
I’ll call my parents.
When is Christmas this year?
Do we have plans for Thanksgiving?
When is Thanksgiving?
Oh that’s right. I’ll call my parents.
I’ll let you know.
Is this when they sell Cadbury Eggs?
Is this when we have that long dinner with Matzoh balls? Why are we always having that long dinner with Matzoh balls. Will you make extra Matzo balls?
Is it time to go? Let me take a quick shower.
Is it time to go? I’m in the bathroom.
Is it time to go? Where is my festive black knit ski cap I wear indoors and out for 6 months out of the year?
Happy Hanukkah! Do we have anything for the boys?
I’ll do it tomorrow
Will there be more mashed potatoes? Can you make a lot? Nobody wants anymore of these, do they?
I ordered fast shipping, so it should arrive on the 27th.
Happy New Year! It should be here tomorrow.
Let me just call my parents, but not at this specific moment.
Will you get me some Cadbury Eggs?
When’s New Years?
Do you know Lynn at AllFookedUp? I met Lynn’s dry sense of humor at a conference called Blissdom last January. We saw each other again in August at BlogHer–twice in one year–which makes us share-the-womb close in terms of blog relationships. While she’s biding her time waiting to become a regular talk show guest, she blogs and writes a weekly column for Bloggy Momazine. Go check out her funny blog and enjoy another post written by
Me Husband up at her place today called “Dear Wife” in which I try to warn myself he tries to warn me about himself 15 years too late.