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I carried a water mellon
Oct. 5th, 2006 08:08 amMy daughter introduced me to her male friend's (not BOY friend) father...again. She claims I have met him before, which is strange cause you'd think I'd remember good looking, single, 40ish type men.
Not that any of that really matters. The words that came out of my mouth were not witty, or sensible or even intelligible upon reflection. I should have just gone ahead and blurted out that I carried a water mellon. It would have made more sense. At least then there may have been a small chance that he'd seen Dirty Dancing and we might have had an intelligent conversation about that.
Oh well. Please Lord, give me a brain transplant.
Not that any of that really matters. The words that came out of my mouth were not witty, or sensible or even intelligible upon reflection. I should have just gone ahead and blurted out that I carried a water mellon. It would have made more sense. At least then there may have been a small chance that he'd seen Dirty Dancing and we might have had an intelligent conversation about that.
Oh well. Please Lord, give me a brain transplant.
