Evidently I like potty humor now ...

So, if you combine this post with the previous one, it looks like I've reverted to the humor of a 6-year-old boy. While that may be true, this should not be seen as a trend.

But I couldn't resist. This story is hilarious!

The Fart that Almost Altered My Destiny

Poop was never this funny

A colleague just showed this to me. I laughed so hard, the tissue I used to dab my eyes quickly became a "moist towelette."

Read this now. And, you're welcome.

The Day I Pooped My Closet

Extroversion is AWESOME ... except when it isn't

I've often said I'm a raging extrovert.

Most of the time I love it because I can't think of anything better than sitting in a room and talking. Non. Stop.

However, it has recently come to my attention that extroversion can be ... awkward. I didn't know because I was too busy thinking of the next thing to say to notice.

A couple YouTube videos were eye opening for me (the first one has a swear, so beware):

(Now I have to go call someone so I can talk about this some more.)

Gullible with a Capital G

At this point, it is well documented I am gullible. Those trying to be nice might say "trusting," but we all know what that actually means.

Let's just call a spade a spade.

When I was in elementary school, a rumor went around my grade that kissing your mom on the cheek would make your hands shake when you hold them out flat in front of you.

Obviously, I assumed it was true and worried about the damage I had already done to my already shaking hands.

I still remember the moral dilemma that occupied my mind for most of the day.

"I don't want my hands to get any shakier ... BUT ... I don't want my mom to think I don't love her anymore."

{Tangent}
Obviously, this would have been solved easily if I had just talked to my mom, but since when have I done anything the easy way?
{End Tangent}

In the end, I made one of the most difficult decisions of my life: continue kissing my mom goodbye on the cheek and deal with the inevitably increasing hand shaking.

As the years went by without any noticeable change to my hands, I slowly realized I might have been duped.

Chevrons Everywhere

I keep seeing chevron patterns everywhere I go. As someone who could not know less about what is currently "in," I'm making a wild assumption that this pattern is somehow trendy right now.

All I can say is, I'm betting Charlie Brown is ecstatic his shirt is finally relevant again.

No Karaoke for You ... (revisited)

First, I'm not dead (just absent for a couple years). I thought I should just put that out there.

Second, I don't know if this will be a blog reawakening or not.

Third, I finally found the tape of me singing my guts out to my favorite song when I was too young to know it would come back to haunt me.

If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, go here.

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I should probably exercise more restraint, but in the interest of full disclosure (and because I just can't help myself), here is my masterpiece (read: horrible trainwreck that should probably never see the light of day ... oops).