Just found quite a few LJ comments in my spam folder. Why these, gmail? They from the same source as the ones you let through, you stupid thing. Anyway, yes. I don't check my spam folder often so I hope I didn't miss something urgent that, by not answering, made me look rude.
Uhm... well, at least no more than all the other LJ comments I haven't answered yet. *headdesk* I fail at communicating so bad. *sighs*
Hubby is finally home, stinking up the living room with his very smelly feet. Seriously, he could kill an elephant with those things when he's been wearing shoes all day. I should have lavender soaked socks ready for him when he gets home or something except I'm not really that kind of wife. *laughs hysterically at the idea*
Ok, my Swedish friends. (Or Scandinavian in general, it might fit too.) Tell me you know the joke about the rabbit (hare?) that comes into a store every day and asks for the same cake (carrot cake?) and finally the guy sees pity on him and bakes him the damn cake and the rabbit (hare?) when offered it says something along the lines of "Yuck! How disgusting!"
I learned this joke as a kid in Sweden except I must be remembering it wrong because it's not funny at all! It just happens to be one of maybe three jokes I know so I've told it to my kids. And they laugh and then say, "I don't get it. What's funny about that?" And I have to admit I don't really know. Which, you know, doesn't really matter except today my daughter decided to tell the joke in a stand-up at school and... yep, there were some awkward laughs but mostly people didn't get what was supposed to be funny. So either I had a very weird sense of humor as a kid or I've screwed the joke up in my memory. Anyone?
Also, I need to teach my kids some new jokes. Somehow they manage to stick a parrot into every one they tell. That or poop.
 | Mood: passing out from the smell |
