Would you believe it’s Not Me Monday already? I sure can’t.
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This week, it was not me who freaked out when her brand-spankin-new 3-year old smacked into the bathtub, then pronounced, “Me have a loose tooth!”
Not me who felt more than a little vilified when the “Independent Medical Examiner” caught a peek at my little bump on my wrist; winced and said to Mr. Daddy, “That’s BAAAAAD”
(ya think? check it out here if you’re not squeamish
So that’s not my kid…
And that’s not my new camera that got soaked .4 seconds after this shot.
And that’s not my kid in front of the sign that says “stay out of our work of art”.
I did NOT get hit on by a woman this past week. Not me. Not STRAIGHT me. And Mr. Daddy is not NOT finished razzing me about it. And the comments on the post about the non-event were not almost as crazy as the fictitious story.
Is that really how you spell fictitious? Cuz my fingers were offended just trying to type it.
After the last post, my husband did not look at me in disbelief and say (and I quote), “Those ain’t YOUR feet, right?”
As totally “with it” as I am… I wouldn’t have only slightly panicked as I was driving in an unfamiliar town today, put on my sunglasses and suddenly couldn’t see.
(Can you imagine why a deaf person would kinda panic if they thought that was happening though?)
I did not rip the sunglasses off and get totally confused as to why it had happened; cuz suddenly I could see again.
It did not take several minutes to remember that I was wearing my contacts (cuz I was dancing, remember?) and I had just put my prescription sunglasses on - on top of them. Well, DUH.
Head over and see what everyone else didn’t do this week!
And don’t forget that tomorrow is True Story Tuesday! Where we share the REAL story behind a Not Me, or link to something outrageous, amazing, or hilarious – and mostly true! :) Still working on Mr. Daddy to make up for his missed post and write it tomorrow!