Whew. Made it the outskirts of Lexington, KY. Finally I can get get some fast food, besides Slim Jims at come roadside Gas n Go and the restrooms might not be living things anymore. So far 190 miles from home.
Got home yesterday at 8 a.m. from work, watched tv, ate a handful of lunch meat in my underwear, and went to bed at 11:30 a.m. Had nightmares about being in a Mexican prison (?) until about 2 p.m., then slept well until 8:30 p.m. Now I'm at work, easy shift, but better get back to work. I need to start divvying up my seminary stuff and getting read for it. It starts August 10. Can't believe it.
The other day Loni came over and finished painting the dresser she's going to take. Then she rummaged around the house, because when I got home I saw drawers open, cupboards open, door closed or open that had been open or closed. When I went to take a shower, I noticed the shampoo bottles in different places. Oh. Loni even took my shampoo. That's ok. "Yeah, I got my own apartment. My parents pay the rent, and I do my laundry over there and eat their food and use their shower, but I got my own place."
But when I went to look for my butt soap, it was gone. She had taken it to the other shower. When I called her to find out about it, she freaked out when she found out that I use that bar of soap on my butt. She washed her face with it. She had to run and take another shower right then.
There is justice in the universe.
I love you, Loni.
5 comments:
"Butt Soap" Brian? That is toooooo funny! Poor Loni!
Loni called mom freaking out! I don't blame her for being mad, but it's her own fault, obviously! I would be feaked out too, but it sure was a good laugh!
When I told Loni, there was dead silence for about ten seconds and then I had to swear and swear it was the truth and the phone call was over.
It is so funny. I just use the soap, lather up my hands, put the soap back and just use the lather to clean my hiney. Gee you use an entire bar of soap. I mean how much and how deep of a butt are we trying to clean here?
You are a doctor and have your hands in things all day that I would not touch for love or money. And then you put them in your butt. Or, the other way, you put your hands in your butt, and then in my throat. No, sir. I don't like it. When the bar gets small, I have to meld it to another, new one so I have a handle. Ain't touching my own butt, dude.
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