Welcome to another edition of Fly On The Wall group blog postings, hosted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado. Today, nine bloggers are inviting you into their homes for a glimpse of what you would see and hear behind closed doors.
When I participate in these Fly On The Wall posts, most of the comments I share come from my husband, who certainly has a way with words. His quick wit is what attracted me to him in the first place. Sort of like flies to honey (see what I did there?). He had some zingers this past month, and I've been grabbing my pen and pad every time he says one of his off-the-wall comments.
"I have my own floatation device in the pool----it's called an 'inner tube waistline'."
"You know you're getting old when you have to keep floss in every room."
"I forgot to shower and my armpits smell like tacos. I've sniffed them so many times today that now I'm craving Taco Bell."
"I just got carded. But not for looking under 21. The clerk wanted to know if I was entitled to the senior citizen's discount."
"My food traps are so bad, I need a pressure cleaner to get the extra food out of my molars."
"Ancestry.com has a package deal on sale today. You should get one so we can finally find out what your DNA is."
"No thanks. I'm too afraid to find out that I might be kin to a schnauzer."
"I picked up the bedroom furniture you ordered. It's the wrong size."
"What do you mean? I bought a dresser and two end tables."
"The furniture is for a baby's room. The drawers wouldn't even hold a stack of onesies, let alone my t-shirts."
"I'm not sending it back. We just have to make it work."
"Then you can forget about filling it with adult diapers when you're old. And don't be surprised if the nightstands come with baby bottle holders."
"I just don't feel attractive anymore. My skin is as saggy and wrinkly as an elephant's, and no one wants to f#@k an elephant."
"Male UTIs are the worst. It feels as if someone put a cattle prod up my urethra."
"Why do you always attract so many mosquitos? They're swarming all over you."
"Because my DNA is made up of 40% crap."
"I look so old----people probably mistake me for the grim reaper."
"Our favorite doctor is no longer on our insurance plan. I really need to get an endoscopy for my esophagus, but with my luck, I'll be sent to a doctor named 'One Tooth Fred' who'll put the tube up the wrong orifice."
Is it any wonder why I've been married to this guy for 33 years? He keeps me laughing, and laughter keeps us both young. It's a win-win situation. I think I'll keep him.
Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.BakingInATornado.com
Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
A Little Piece of Peace http://little-piece-of-peace.blogspot.com
Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen http://www.bookwormkitchen.com /
Not That Sarah Michelle http://notthatsarahmichelle.blogspot.com