Deb Smouse

I have to admit I’ve gotten pretty tickled over several things the last day or two.

On the phone with an (unnamed) girlfriend…we were talking about…kids. And their bathroom habits, etc. And she utters “I’ve been constipated since the birth of my oldest child” to which I totally lose it and laugh. And laugh. NO, it’s not that funny, but it was just the moment I guess.

The Pilot Guy told me he had a room mate for the next couple of weeks - a new guy to their company that needs a place to stay. Since I’ve been to his house, and know he has one bedroom - and a futon in the basement….. I ask… “so he’s living in your basement”? “yep”. Which leads me to wondering and asking….”does he do your laundry?” (hey, the washer and dryer are down there.  ) “and if I live in your basement, can we pretend I am your sex slave…locked away in your basement? will you make me do your laundry??”

And then this morning….my sister on the phone…. she says “want to know the latest rumor in my (very small) town”. I say of course. she says “I’ve been having an affair and my husband has kicked me out of the house”. I laugh and ask where she heard it. “My youngest daughter. I told her I just wish I had the energy to have an affair. ” and then she follows up with “maybe that wasn’t the best answer, but it was the truth.”

Then she continues, and asks the person who told her daughters friend who told her daughter….and the lady tells her “i heard it from my mother in law at church….” And we thought that Peyton Place was fictional…..

So, I can’t help it if I’m easily amused. I have no life, these days….but at least I have a (somewhat warped) sense of humor!