I went to get my H1N1 flu shot this weekend. My mom still thinks I`m a little kid and will cry over needles.
Mom: I hope you don`t cry, Des. When I got this needle the other day with your father, I saw a little girl cry because it hurt her so much.
me: How old was this little girl, mom
Mom: I think 6 or 7 years old.
me: Mom, this little girl (*points to myself*) is twenty five years old.
LeBlanc and I were just hanging out on the couch and my arm was killing me. It. Hurt. So. Much.
me: I`m afraid that if you touch this arm, I will have to kill you.
LeBlanc: That seems fair. I remember when I got my shots, it was very painful.
me: Oh, yea. And I remember punching you in excitement about something. But you didn`t kill me.
LeBlanc: Oh, I`m sure I thought about it.
I decided to bake some cookies this weekend. I usually don`t bake. I love to cook, but I find the chemistry behind baking to be daunting and overwhelming. I bring in the extra cookies to work the next day to share.
Manager: Oh, you bake often, Des
me: No, not at all. I had to run out to get all the ingredients!
Manager: Like cream of tartar
me: No. Like flour.
And my manager bursts out laughing!
What are your funny quotes of the week