I've come to accept that I will probably die in some kind of embarrassing or highly unlikely situation. Pot smoking college students will watch its re-enactment on 1000 Ways to Die. All will conclude that only an idiot could have accomplished such a feat.
This realization was brought to my attention when I had an unfortunate incident with my underwire bra. It almost killed me. I'll leave the specifics to your own imagination.
Well, yesterday, I was on the back porch with Ayla. She was shaking a decorative ceramic holder which happened to have pussy willows in it. I knew her next step would be to pull them out and make a gigantic mess. I intervened, removing the pussy willows quickly. Amazingly--and I don't know how--a pussy willow smacked me across the face so hard it brought me to tears.
And if a pussy willow is capable of doing that, I'm sure it could leash a whole lot of whoop ass on an unlikely victim.
Omfg ~i love you girfriend!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! :)
ReplyDeleteSo you're saying I should leave a pussy willow under my bed instead of a shotgun? ;) Hope you've recuperated from your beating. :p
ReplyDeleteMiss K, I never thought about that, but you are truly correct in your assumption. I may have to try that myself. And, if cops started carrying pussy willows, our world would be a safer place.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by and showing me support! I really appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I was four, I got a pussywillow stuck up my nose and had to have it removed by a doctor. It's something my siblings used as blackmail on me for years...until they realized I was actually not embarrassed about it. I was kinda proud.
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