I John 3:18

All original content copyright Jessica Nicole Schafer, 2007-2016.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

SWEET MOMENTS IN LIFE, AND CONFESSIONS OF BEING A TRUE BLONDE.

COST OF A GALLON OF MILK: RIDICULOUS
COST OF A GALLON OF GAS: EVEN MORE RIDICULOUS

COST OF SITTING ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR FOR A PICNIC WITH YOUR TODDLER BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU DID WANT TO BUY THE GAS TO GO TO A PARK, IT IS SOAKING WET OUTSIDE: PRICELESS.



I HAVE HAD MANY MOMENTS OF REVEALING THAT AT TIMES, I JUST DON’T “GET IT”. THE FOLLOWING ARE JUST A COUPLE OF THE MANY REASONS MY HUSBAND TELLS ME I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BLONDE.

*I NEVER PUT IT TOGETHER UNTIL I WAS AROUND NINETEEN YEARS OLD THAT “WHATABURGER” MEANS “WHAT-A-BURGER”. YEAH, THAT’S SAD, I KNOW.

*MANY TIMES WHEN PEOPLE TELL US JOKES, I WILL LAUGH…THEN ON THE DRIVE HOME DARRYL WILL EXPLAIN THEM TO ME, BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HALF THE TIME, I DON’T UNDERSTAND THEM…BUT I LAUGH TO MAKE THE PERSON FEEL GOOD.

*WHEN DARRYL AND I WERE DATING, HE OFFERED TO CHANGE THE OIL IN MY CAR. BEING PARTICULARLY PROTECTIVE OF MY CAR, (OF WHICH I ONLY KNEW HOW TO DRIVE AND PUT GAS INTO THE TANK,) I WAS FREAKING OUT WHEN I SAW HIM DRAINING THE OIL OUT OF MY CAR FROM UNDERNEATH!! I WENT UP TO HIM AND ASKED HIM WHY IN THE WORLD HE WAS DOING THIS, WHEN ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS POUR NEW OIL INTO THE LITTLE “HOLE THINGY”. HE THEN EXPLAINED TO ME WHAT “CHANGING THE OIL” MEANT. I KNEW HE LOVED ME WHEN HE STAYED WITH ME AFTER THAT.

I’VE HAD MANY MORE MOMENTS, BUT I HAVE TO KEEP SOME SORT OF DIGNITY, SO THAT’S ALL MY BLONDE STORIES FOR NOW….MAYBE MORE ANOTHER TIME.

2 comments:

Jill said...

haha yeah that sounds about right. haha, so have you done that with some of my jokes?? haha and having a picnic in the livingroom with your son is awesome. my mom used to help us make "forts" in our livingroom with the kitchen chairs and a blanket! haha

Rebecca said...

You. are. too. funny! I'm dying laughing!