I’m a humor blog, dammit. And I’m not even a little funny this week. Here’s why.
Every time I almost walk into a wall, I look up from my (phone/book/feet) and near miss it.
Wearing my contacts in the wrong eyes causes migraines, not chuckles.
I avoided sitting next to the creepy old man with the dress pants and white t-shirt on the train by sitting in the vestibule area.
I almost threw up during yoga, but God didn’t want me to have THAT story on the record.
Every time I almost fall down, I catch myself.
I haven’t had to run to the train or lost my pants in the process.
My experiment with gluten free appears to be over. (PS: It didn’t help.) (PPS: Nothing funny came of my last minute decision to eat the gluten. Nothing! No amusing poop stories or anything.)
This is my last full week as a contractor. On the 19th, I start as a full time employee with the company I’ve been contracting with. While this is exciting news, it’s not very funny.
I could only come up with 8 (well I guess this makes 9) reasons.
Maybe I should wear the wheelie sneaks to work today…