My last post (on Saturday) was about being blocked on Twitter by the actor Brendan Coyle. When I checked my email on Sunday morning I saw this message from Twitter:
Ha, ha, very funny Twitter. Then I got this email today:
I'm starting to feel bullied. I dread opening my email tomorrow. It will probably include full-color photographs of Brendan Coyle. Enough already Twitter. It was all a misunderstanding. I'm a good person. Sometimes people don't get my humor. Geez.
On a funnier note, my son and I saw this at the Disney Store over the weekend:
I've got to tell you that I'm concerned about Chewbacca. He looks like he may have a had a stroke. He's got that pulled look to his face. Either that or this is one of those examples of "Plastic Surgery Gone Wrong!". Just to remind you, this was at the DISNEY Store, not the Dollar Store. Disney-- you've taken on a lot by buying the Star Wars franchise. You need to get your shit together. You can do better.
Unrelated-- I've never mentioned this before, but one of my idols is "The Bloggess", Jenny Lawson. I ADORE her. She makes me laugh and I love her. Not in a creepy way. OK, possibly borderline-creepy way. It's all because she reminds me of me. Or I remind myself of her? I think you know what I mean. Not that I have 1/1000th of the talent she has. Anyway, I follow her on Twitter (along with nearly 400,000 other people). I also faithfully read her blog. I try to respond to her posts and tweets with my own funny remarks. She has responded a few times, which made me say "Squeeeee!" on the inside, as any fan girl would. In the last 24 hours I've hit the trifecta. She responded to me once, favorited one of my tweets and today for the first time ever, RETWEETED one of my tweets. Here's the proof:
This is the conversation we had yesterday. It's not super funny, but it explains the next example:
She wanted to use a hair dryer to dry her shoe but didn't have one in her room:
This was a conversation from a few weeks ago. Her response made me laugh:
Her book, Let's Pretend This Never Happened, came out in 2012. It made me laugh hysterically. One time I remember laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe and I had to roll onto my back (I was in bed) and gasp for air. My poor son was four at the time and he became very concerned about me. He kept asking, "What's wrong? Are you OK?" All I could do was shake violently and silently. I think he was seconds away from dialing 911. Or at least attempting to. It's something we've practiced but you never know if your kid will actually remember what to do in a emergency. Anyway, this is my sincere recommendation to read this book if you haven't already. Fair warning- empty your bladder before doing so. Or wear a Depends. Whatever works best for you.
I'm the worst kind of asshole-- I think I'm funny.
Personal Page HERE
Blog Page HERE
(Note--I only joined FB in January 2016. Come be my friend, if you want, and like my page before I get fed up with the whole thing and delete my FB account. Kidding. Maybe.)