I was looking over the texts I've exchanged in the past couple of days with my friend Ivory and I realized that I want her to get credit where credit is due. Most of the humor below is thanks to her. I have a secret fear that someday she'll decide to write her own blog and she'll steal away all my regular readers. By the way, you can follow her on Twitter at @KissInAboxx. What's interesting is that Ivory and I have never met in person. We became acquainted thanks to my blog, started trading messages on Twitter and voila, friendship. This same thing happened with my friend Alanna (from the blog, "White Girls Be Like"). I have a running joke with both ladies that they might be catfishing me. For all I know, one or both is a heavyset, male prison inmate in his 60's named Earl. But you know what? Earl is funny so I'm OK with keeping the friendships going.
If I could tag this next part of the post, it would be, "Weird shit I've seen at the store Tuesday Morning". Honestly, I could and should make this a recurring feature:
This item was for sale in the kitchen utensils aisle:
Ivory likes beer so I felt obligated to send her this:
In this next text, the movie that I'm referring to is "Oz the Great and Powerful":
This morning I realized that it had been a couple of weeks since I had last checked my Google Analytics search terms. As always, I was both amused and horrified.
I think I'll leave you with one final text. It will give you something to think about the next time you have insomnia and are awake at three in the morning. You know how everyone always thinks that teleportation (like on Star Trek) would be so awesome? I used to think so too. But I was stuck in traffic for a while this morning and I had this epiphany: