I just ate a Whopper that was under a mountain of papers on my desk. When did I even HAVE Whoppers? I could go back through my cheat day posts and figure it out. Instead, I request that all of you make a mental note that if I end up ill you must remind me of this Whopper, so that I don't go to the ER and get my stomach pumped.
Oh, and it was a Whopper malted milk ball. Not a Whopper hamburger. How gross do you think I am?
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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I'm laughing so hard right now because I TOTALLY thought you were talking about the hamburger. Hey, I've SEEN your desk. Also, I was beginning to wonder if you'd died from the UTI or something. It's been like a whole day or something since you've blogged. Glad you're not dead.
I figured you guys might worry, that's why I paused while cleaning my desk and posted a brief blog about my desk cleaning experience. I only wish it had been a hamburger.
I was reading this to Jeff and I only got to the second line before he was on his feet saying "What the F is wrong with her." He calmed doun after he read it for himself. I got a good laugh for everyone.
That goes for me too...I was thinking, still wrapped? Unwrapped? Did she heat and eat? Wasn't it sqooshed under all that paperwork? I was thinkin' you were one hungry chick. :)
I knew what you were talking about Aims. I would have eaten it too!!! :) Glad you aren't dead!! We would miss you too much!
Sorry ... still logged into the Jennifer Lynn account. Sorry about that.
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