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.
(Because someone told me to “look for the light.”)
1. Trying to tell the Muffin Joke. I cannot make it through the Muffin Joke. Honestly. There is no hope for me with the Muffin Joke. All I do is laugh and laugh and laugh. It’s the best joke on earth.
2. A cold can of gingerale and a very skinny straw.
3. All my plants are getting too big for their green plastic pots.
4. Scrubby lemon soap in the shower this morning.
5. I got to work before it really rained.
6. Black ballet flats with white polka dots.
7. My sweet roommate making dinner plans for us.
8. The fact that our bottle of Lysol at work has a “cozy.”
9. “Damn, Girl” on my iPod when I was running to catch the bus. I was all Mary Tyler Moore.
10. Three words: Peanut. Butter. Cup.