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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

It doesn't pay to be lazy

Over my Christmas break I learned this important lesson. Fresh out of the shower I hopped up on our bed to start applying my makeup. I pulled out my eyeliner and noticed it was dull. At any given time, there will be at least three water bottles beside my bed in case I'm thirsty throughout the night. So I grabbed one that was almost gone and sharpened my eyeliner so the shavings went into the bottle. All this because I was too lazy to get up and find a garbage. Christmas Eve was wonderful. A memorable time with my family. We get home pretty late and we are both exhausted. I wash my face and head to bed. But before I jump into bed, I grab a drink of water beside my bed.


Oh yes, I did.

For a split second before the water and shavings hit my mouth I was actually stupid enough to think that there were ice shavings in my water. After that split second, I spewed water all about the room, not caring that water and pencil shavings were everywhere. Aaron is already in bed and looking at me like I'm insane. I'm just glad I didn't swallow! After I look up from spitting water, I look at Aaron and ask him if he realized what I just did. He thinks for a second and then busts into a fit of laughter. I humbly crawl into bed.

I don't care, he still tops the cake for running into the glass door of my parents sunroom because he thought it was open. That will always send me into uncontrollable laughter as long as I live.

Happy Hump Day!


  • At 9:55 AM, Blogger Dazed said…

    Ew! Also, it pays to have an ash tray on hand for your smoker friends. Because, sometimes, they ash their cigs into a beer can...a beer can that looks just like my beer can...and sometimes when a girl is slightly impaired, reaching for 6th round of libations, a mouthful of cigarette buts mixed with flat beer does not make one happy!!! EW! EW! EW! I can taste it all over again, blech!

  • At 10:49 AM, Blogger Jenniy said…

    lol YUCK!!

  • At 12:20 PM, Blogger Shannin said…

    The cigarette thing has happened to me -- nothing like tobacco and beer...yum. NOT.

  • At 3:57 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    That is too funny. I am alway doing something stupid. I remember I thought I was going to be really cool and dive onto my bed. I must have strong legs and I missed the bed and landed on the floor after my head hit the wall. All witnessed by my husband, no less. That makes for years of torture.


  • At 6:53 PM, Blogger Jessica said…

    These last two posts have me cracking up!


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