I won’t ever make fun of Frank again. You see, when he is unable to find something, it’s usually because he expects the missing item to jump up and do a dance in front of him. He seems unable to move things or look behind things. After yesterday’s discovery, however, he can now claim that I do the same thing. You see, while I looked at every single box in the basement during my wine glass search, I completely forgot about those 2 boxes that were shoved next to the refrigerator. It wasn’t my fault. Really. There was a huge package of toilet paper on top of it. One of those really big ones from those wholesale club places that enable you to buy enough food and paper products to last you for 5 years. Ann Marie is off the hook for the alleged robbery.
Finding those wine glasses means that when I have company for the holidays, they won’t have to drink wine out of plastic cups. Now I can set the table with real glasses from 3 different sets that don’t match. One set of glasses are so thin that if you look at them funny, they’ll break. I expect their number to decrease by 2008.
The real thin wine glass is not the one you would want to give my clumsy-assed self…but it is the one I would want because my fat-assed self has thin-envy and loves all things thin. That’s if I was ever invited to your house for wine. Not that I’m looking for an invite…I’m just sayin’. Not everyone has wine glasses to suit a person with serious thin-envy. I thought Ann Marie did, but she lied. Again
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Theresa, if you read this, plug your ears and cover your eyes…twice. Once for each time I said “ass.” OOPSIES! Make that three…
I have thin envy too but I think I should just drink out of the bottle. If I am going to break the secret almost Baptist code I might as well go all the way.