In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Name Tags

To Debbie, with the insulted expression, whom's name is embroidered on her work blouse:

I was looking for your name so I could be polite and say "Thank you Debbie" I was not looking at your large breasts, or notice that they were almost falling out because your top two buttons weren't buttoned. 
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2 comments:

  1. Mrs. WhoAugust 10, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    I don't know why this made me laugh, but it did...

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  2. LeeAnnAugust 10, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    I have been known to look directly at a nametag, repeat the name, and then ask "What do you call the other one?"
    They never have a name for it. No forethought anymore.

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