I don’t feel very funny today.
But that’s okay. I can’t be funny all the time.
I didn’t feel very funny the other day when I told my son if he didn’t quit playing that God-awful Fart horn (Trombone) that I was going to shatter into thousands of mini-me’s and attack him like he’d just stepped into ant bed. Then’d he’d be really sorry.
He found that funny. He finds anything with the word FART attached to it funny.
I must stop using the word fart.
Especially on non-funny days.
Though, admittedly, Fart is a funny word.
How old am I again?
I’m hosting a Girl’s Night Out Poker Party tomorrow night. If I’m not feeling funny by then, the Vodka Gimlets will help…amazing how much funnier I feel after vodka…
Grey Goose anyone?
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
Trade you one trombone for two flutes?
Although, I’ve never heard of a trombone being called that. Yes, it got a chuckle out of me and I’m decidedly older than you. š
Enjoy tomorrow night.
~k.
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My hubby is 44 years old and still makes fart jokes. I think it’s a male thing.
Just linked to you, chica, on my blog! Thanks for the link here!
Marley = )
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