"Sure, my husband works late, comes home drunk smelling like cheap gin and his secretary, sends my best friend Judy a check every month for some reason (who happens to have a son who looks curiously just like him, though her own husband was away in the war for 4 years so figure that out), makes me put a bag over my head and cries after sex, we can't have children and our poodle ran away but by god I have my towels! My beautiful, perfectly folded at right angles, color-coded towels! They're always here for me, they love me unconventionally and are absorbent when I cry myself to sleep at night! DON'T LOOK AT MY TOWELS! They're mine, do you hear me? MINE! I love you, towels, and no one will ever take you away from me...But I love you more, Valium."
"Walking On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves.
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mmmmm, pretty, pretty towels....
ReplyDeleteHave I told you lately how much I adore you and this sort of post?
ReplyDeleteOh, Monkey, a girl can be told a million times a day of her fabulosity and not get sick of it. Or, you know, once in a while is good too.
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, you guys aren't getting sick of the making-up-of-stories yet?
Oh Kim
ReplyDeleteI'm LOL Rotf so hard I snorted and
um excuse me while I go the ladies room to change :)
Okay I'm back .
I love this blog .
It is such a life saver.
Live entertainment at it's best !
Thank you .
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I'm glad I could make you laugh, Miss T! Thank you so much for the compliment! You're a peach.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure :)
ReplyDeleteI love these posts like this. They are so funny. I wonder how many people are really like this. Have a great week. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keith! I don't know if women really acted like that, but I like to pretend they do!
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