Listening to A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton (I know you remember this song)About to read either The Secret Garden, or some Poe. He's delightfully creepy.
I know. I am so bad at consistency. At least I'm consistently inconsistent, right? I've had sort of a crazy few weeks. Two weeks ago, I worked six days, so I didn't have much time to blog - unless I wanted to lose sleep. Plus I was a little occupied in my free time. Then, last week I was on vacation in Florida with my family, and we didn't have a reliable internet connection. Plus the car broke down 40 miles from our destination and the sun thought it would be funny to burn me to a crisp on a cloudy day when I wasn't expecting it. It was a painful week.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "If you've been home since Sunday, why haven't you blogged?" I was collecting puns, my dear friends, so that this week's puntastic post can be the punniest of all (so far, at least).
- I don't know how much this one can be considered a pun, but it was a clever play on words. At this restaurant at the beach with my family, we saw a guy whose pants read "BAD ASS." My dad commented, "Maybe he should work out more." I laughed a little more than was necessary. I was really tired, okay?
- My dad and I (in the tow truck) were talking about how foreign people always smell weird. I said, "Sometimes, French perfumes and colognes smell like urine." Dad said, "Like 'pépé'?" And I said, "No, like oui-oui." Not a very nice one, I know. But again, we were all a little worn out.
- Yesterday, I was texting a friend of mine, who was cleaning tables at his work. I said, "Sounds like a blast. I'm about to dry my hair. Which blows." HA. So funny.
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