What are the chances that I would burn my left forearm
badly..(we're talking big scar ) about two weeks ago
and then tonight badly scrape the right hand about 3" worth
and then burn right above the scrape on the oven shelf
about an hour later?
What are the chances that I would offend at least three
customers (jackasses) at the garage sale today?
What are the chances that after the garage sale,
I would be so hot and tired that I would
just drop my pants on the kitchen floor
and start cleaning up in the garage
sans pants, and then proceed to
sit on a chair in my underwear in the garage
and laugh with my SIL for another 90 minutes after
we had already spent the day together?
What are the chances that I would be starving at 10pm
and be too lazy to put my pants back on
and drive through the Wendy's drive thru,
and consider just throwing a towel across my lap?
What are the chances I am even lazier than a person
who would go through a drive thru with a towel as attire,
and decide to cook a frozen pizza instead?
When removing that pizza from the oven
what are the chances that upon burning hand on oven
I would tilt pizza paddle and drop pizza face down on floor?
What are the chances that I would invoke the 2 second rule?
What are the chances that I would sit bare thighed
on a wooden chair to eat fuzzy pizza
and peel off the first layer of skin
What are the chances a good bud would find a darling house
in CT for me under 200,000,
within 4 hours of my Daughter talking about
maybe moving to LA post graduation?
What are the chances that this is my last NEVER AGAIN
garage sale? (I'm taking odds on this one :D)
here in my life in lala land
in blog land?