I’m going to try something and see how it works. We’ll call it:
I give you a photo and you give me the story. Play along people. It’s no fun when I’m left playing by myself. I’ll give you the lowdown in a day or two. In the meantime, put your thinking caps on and let me know what’s going on here:
That’s me in the blue top. Bending over backwards.
Ooh! If enough people play then maybe next time we’ll make it a step-story. Where the first commenter starts the story. The second commenter adds a piece. The third commenter ads some more… Am I aiming too high?
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OOO I’LL PLAY!!
It was a sunny Tuesday and NotSoSAHM discovered that the house was EMPTY! DH was at a wash-the-car-without-water-spots convention and Grandma showed up to take the little darlings away for a “spa day” with her!! After crowning her MIL and packing plenty of sugar for the girls to take along (she IS a bit sadistic under all that niceness) mom looked around and saw a clean home and all work done!! sooo….PAAAAARTAAAYY!!!
(I DO love a good fairy-tale donchoo?)
She had TRIED to watch episodes of The Office, but they were out of synch. So, that won’t work.
Then, she painted Ashlyn’s nails. But Ashlyn’s nails were small, so that didn’t take very long.
Hey, Vicki thought, I can squeeze in some quality blog-STARING time. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Blog-staring gave way to blog-writing and ultimately to blog-reading. But none of it did any good.
We need to have a party for Reagan. A party, with slip-n-slide and ice cream cake. Yummy! Fun.
That didn’t do it either. So Vicki went a little more exotic and planned a luau for 35 of her closest friends.
And still, through all that, nary a box was packed. ANYTHING to get out of packing!!!
(Be warned, gentle readers, that both pack and move are four-letter words!)
While at a crazy bridal shower, notsoSAHM was forced to play endless, dorky games by an insane BRIDEZILLA. She didn’t want to, but bridezilla was her best friend and she still owed her $200 for the ugly chartreuse ruffly neck bridesmaid dress, so she should sucked it up and played along.
All the ladies in attendance under the age of 90 were forced to battle it out for a tiny scented candle bridezilla picked up at the Dollar Store and wrapped beautifully in expensive foiled paper, fooling everyone into thinking it was something great. NotsoSAHM made it under the bar countless times, and gradually the other woman fell or gave up, until finally, it was between her and the brides annoying 10 year old Junior Bridesmaid (a gymnast).
The bar was 4 feet off the ground, but NotsoSAHM went for it. She was almost under when Bridezilla screamed, “Don’t hurt yourself right before MY WEDDING!” NotsoSAHM startled, jerked, banged her chin on the bar, and knocked herself out. She suffered a concussion, but she got out of wearing the ugly ruffled gown the next day.
To this day, bridezilla still hasn’t forgiven her for ruining her perfect bridal shower and stiffing her for a chartreuse bridesmaid’s dress. 🙂
Am I close???
You know me…all I can can think to say is:
Why is Vicki still so skinny after all these years?
Why does she CLAIM to eat Oreos and junk food, when clearly she only digests fruit, veggies, water, and loads of lean protein.
It’s. Just. Not. Right.
See? I can’t even be clever, due to fawning over your physique.