This guy is very sweet when he speaks of my blog on the radio.
Then he puts me on the air.
Uh oh.
To tell the muffin joke. And a peanut joke.
(Which Johanna says I told wrong but OH, WELL.)
Don’t worry. No one understood it anyway.
This guy is very sweet when he speaks of my blog on the radio.
Then he puts me on the air.
Uh oh.
To tell the muffin joke. And a peanut joke.
(Which Johanna says I told wrong but OH, WELL.)
Don’t worry. No one understood it anyway.
You can Google “muffin joke” and find the very one. I don’t know why it makes me laugh so hard.
I mean, I’ve told it completely deadpan a million times, after we heard it on THE BACHELOR. That’s right, on The Bachelor.
AND IT’S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY.
For some reason, though, I could barely get it out yesterday. By the end of the night, I could tell it without losing it, and when I would laugh, Catherine would abuse me and tell me I was just being silly by that point.
But I AM silly.
I’m just not telling you the joke.