1. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. (Maybe more so, since it’s in the basement.)
2. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. (same for my GPS.)
3. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. (Especially late at night)
4. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? (Wow, it’s not just me!)
5. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters! (It’s so TRUE!)
6. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. (True again. I read an article that said jeans should not be washed the first time for six MONTHS. And then only every three months after that. Of course, I am assuming you own more than one pair…)
7. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. (Or in my case, my cell phone.)
8. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time. (In my case, very easy. I just wave my hand in front of the clock for a snooze. When I bought the clock I thought that was a good idea. Silly me.)
9. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1924. That means it only took 50 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
4 comments:
Hahaha. I like number 9.
And also-- number 8-- your alarm clock has made me late to seminary many times in the past.
Yeah, #8... I have learned to wave my arm without waking up at all.
I'd say Michael agrees with #6, due to the fact that I just found FOUR pairs of jeans on his side of the bed. He refuses to put them in the laundry hamper! GRR. :)
Well, once jeans accumulate enough dead skin cells, they start forming their own DNA and crawl to the hamper of their own accord. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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