I HATE bending over. If I'm sitting in a chair and I drop my pen and I have to bend over to pick it up I'm all FUCK! Whenever I vacuum and the vacuum does not pick up a tiny piece of paper or a sliver of thread that I've already passed the vacuum over ten times I will leave it there until the next time I vacuum. And you know that that damn piece of paper or sliver of thread will remain on the carpet in the exact same location until the end of time until I finally bend over and pick it up. However, if I happen to catch the edge of the bedspread with the vacuum cleaner that vacuum will suck up the entire bedspread. WHY IS THAT? Or how come whenever I drop an earring or some other precious memento onto the carpet and the only LOGICAL PLACE ON EARTH it could possibly be is within a small diameter of space where I dropped it but, somehow despite the rules of quantum physics, time and space, that fucken earring will have bounced from the spot on the carpet and magically appear downstairs under the sink? I HATE when that happens.
The other day I lost my glasses. I had them in my hand. I FELT them in my hand. I KNOW they were in my hand and then ... they were gone. I was in the living room when I lost them. I didn't leave the living room, go upstairs and make a cartwheel and then go into the kitchen. The only logical place they could possibly be was somewhere in the living room. I looked and looked and looked and cursed a blue streak because THEY WERE IN MY FUCKING HAND TWO SECONDS AGO!!! And I swear, whenever these types of things happen I am certain I am losing my mind. How could something be there and then ... be gone? It's like magic. So, after going upstairs three times to search for my stupid glasses (even though I KNEW there was no way in hell they were going to be upstairs ... I go upstairs anyway) and they're not there. I retrace my steps for 20 minutes until I finally give up. I sit on the couch to watch TV and now I can't find the remote. CRAP. I look around and see it on the floor ... AND OF COURSE I have to bend over to pick it up ... and THERE ... between the end table and the sofa ... were my glasses.
I hate to laugh but I can't help myself.
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I don't know how I missed this one! Way funny, Debbie! Thanks for the great laugh. Now to the next...
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