Hard to believe it’s time for True Story Tuesday already!
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After failing miserably at convincing Mr. Daddy that it’s his turn for a spin around True Story Tuesday this week… and realizing that I couldn’t blog the insane true stuff that is happening in our lives right now; I settled on sharing about one of the lovely side benefits of deafness:
THIS LITTLE PIGGY
After some hard days as of late, I’ve found myself laughing extra hard at goofy stuff. Like Bill’s post about making a fist with one butt-cheek. (Maybe you gotta read it to understand?) Or Tiffany’s tale that earned her the Saint Poopicus nickname (umm… guess you need to read it to understand too. And you’re welcome Tiffany :)
But last night, while catching up on those goofy blogs, I realized the tv had been left on. And what show would be on, but Hoarders?
And of course it was like a train wreck. Or a kid throwing a fit in Target. You just can’t look away.
And then I realize that as they’re speaking about “Nadine”… that the closed captioning (the subtitles at the bottom of the screen) goes totally wonky. It starts scrolling, typing the same word over and over and over again.
An I watched in odd curiosity until I realized what it said:
I was starting to chuckle and decided to change the channel to kick it out of that funk.
Oh yeah! Ichiro is da man!
And then it got to the score:
And those crazy WEE WEE’s came back. Only this time they were scrolling super fast and FLASHING.
I started to totally giggle.
Grown up, I know.
I couldn’t help picturing someone standing there typing that word over and over again.
The last straw was when I changed the channel one more time for final confirmation that the closed captioning was indeed possessed:
Anyone want to call it?
All I gotta say, is that when you have a kid who loves his MinuteMaid… that’s pretty much the forecast everyday.
(And I’m dying to hear all the punchlines my funny friends come up with :)
Please join in and share – I’m sure you’ll meet some great friends. And they probably won’t wee-wee on ya.