Princess Zurg and Mister Bubby discuss middle school
Princess Zurg: So how is it, getting changed in the locker room?
Mister Bubby: It’s fun. Because the boys and girls share a locker room.
PZ: No, they don’t!
MB: And the girls take showers.
PZ: They do not!
MB: Just kidding.
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Religion and public school intersect
Mister Bubby: There’s this kid at my school named John Baptist.
Madhousewife: That’s a cool name.
MB: Yeah. He just transferred from band to choir. Then he started healing people.
Mad: Impressive.
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Princess Zurg: I don’t get what’s so complicated about wearing pants. I mean, you put one leg in, you put the other leg in, and you’re done!
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Sugar Daddy and the new health regimen
Sugar Daddy: So I was feeling very carb-needy this afternoon, and I found something in the cafeteria that was very wrong.
Mad: What now?
SD: Lucky Charms Treats.
Mad: That was a mistake.
SD: There was something that made it even more of a mistake.
Mad: What?
SD: Frosting.
Mad: Why would you do that?
SD: Well, I think I haven’t been taking in enough calories for the amount of exercise I’ve been doing–
Mad: There are better sources of calories than Lucky Charms Treats.
SD: Like what?
Mad: Anything?
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Not overheard, but seen randomly on the interwebs
“Romney’s campaign is so dead the Mormons have baptized it.”
Obscure religious humor, FTW.
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Epilogue
Speaking of death, I really don’t want this blog to die. I’m just having a hard time thinking of stuff to talk about anymore. Life is kind of boring, which is good, in a way, but also kind of boring. I mean, I’d like to quit blogging because I’m too busy doing more interesting stuff, not because even my inner life has lost meaning for me. What a terrible waste it is to lose one’s mind, or to not have a mind. Who said that, gentle readers? I’ll save you the Google. It was Dan Quayle. And what is Dan Quayle up to these days? I don’t know. Maybe he has a secret blog. We can only dream. (Because who cares what he’s really up to?)
Maybe I’ve said everything I have to say. Maybe I’m meant to devote the rest of my life to laundry and clogging. I suppose I could do worse. Or maybe I need better prescription drugs. You know what I really need? For the stupid phone to stop ringing.
And now I have 40 minutes until my mother-in-law comes over here. I should probably start on that laundry. Gentle readers, adieu.
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September 27, 2012 at 8:20 pm
Cheryl
If you stopped blogging, I would be truly sad, because I love the way you express yourself. Plus, I like all the random you churn out. And I like you. It’s true! I do.
September 27, 2012 at 9:33 pm
MDearest
You got three good, audible laughs out of me. Well, your kids did. And your dh. So it ain’t dead yet.
September 28, 2012 at 8:06 am
epi
Please don’t stop blogging – I’d really miss your writing… And I’d never be exposed to concepts like Lucky Charms Treats, which make me feel that anything I eat can’t actually be that bad : )
September 28, 2012 at 1:34 pm
Mother of the Wild Boys
Leave blogging You Shall Not. (Yoda commandeered my keyboard, and I concur with his advice)
September 28, 2012 at 3:56 pm
Ardis
You are one of the best bloggers in the business. If it were a business. But you’re one of the very, very best. Don’t leave us!
September 28, 2012 at 11:54 pm
A. Reader
Your tales are thoughtful, humorous and well-written. They would be missed.
September 29, 2012 at 4:48 am
Flip flop mama
I really would miss you if you stopped blogging. I hope you don’t give up!
September 29, 2012 at 5:11 am
delmerseu
I recently bough an expensive pair of leather formal shoes but have noticed that the inner sole is worn and is digging in to my feet soles while walking. The problem has been occurring for about a week but I have noticed it is getting worse and worry it may get sever.