I thought I had a zit on my nose.
It turned out to be some tomato sauce from dinner.
That is all.
I had a bath in ‘muscle soak’ radox. My muscles are aching like mad now.
Is that all it does? Makes your muscles ache? I don’t think i’ll be buying that any time soon.
Well thank goodness you’re okay
I just got to work.
One time when trying to work, there was this insect that kept landing on my leg. No matter how many times I shook it off, the little bastard would just fly right back and land on my leg again, right in the same spot on the outside of my calf. I figured I couldn’t have anything particularly delicious to an insect on that one part of my leg, so I looked down to investigate.
It turned out that it was a loose thread hanging off my shorts.
I’m outta ice!
I thought I had a booger in my nose.
It was a noodle from dinner.
I’m thirsty.
Some food spilled on the floor last night at dinner. It didn’t look like Elvis.
I just ate an easter egg left over from Easter. It still tasted fine.
I forgot my fork. Salad tastes better when you eat it with your fingers like potato chips. I may be onto something here.
I just coughed.
Bwhaaa!
Heh, that was hilarious.
Once I farted and it stank so bad that it woke up my cat who proceeded to run out of the room after giving me a dirty look.
I am reading this thread.
I am posting a reply.
There’s a greenfly on my home computer that seems to say “Look at me!” and lands on the monitor everytime I use it. I haven’t the heart to squash it. I’m thinking of naming him George.
I deadheaded the flower beds this morning. In other words, I pulled off all the used-to-be blossoms so the plants will keep making flowers. Not to be confused with Deadheading the flower beds, which would be more like, "Wow, look at that flower! And that one! And look how that one looks like this one! Somebody cue up China Cat Sunflower or Scarlet Begonias.
Saint
Steven
With a
Rose,
In and out
Of the Garden
He
Goes…"
I gotta go. My cat reeeeeally wants to lick my arm. I don’t know why.
Cats.
You beakon one to you. It obliges. You stroke it and scratch it’s neck.
But you have to go to work. You can’t play with strange cat all day.
So you leave. The cat stares after you, wondering why you are leaving.
Earl of Sandwhich did Lincoln really say that?