Lizzie had a link to this backblog today and I can hardly type because I laughed so hard I sprained both elbows when I fell off my chair and hit the metal file cabinet.

Or, maybe it's not funny at all and this is just hormones. (You know how women always say that when they cry?)

Go. Go. It IS that funny . . .

Afternoon Update

Some women play dumb. Some women just are dumb.

Me: (Sneaking up behind Twin who is downloading porn.) Hey Twin?

Twin: (Jumps. Startled. Spins around in his cube and tries to get me to focus my attention away from his computer screen.) Yeah?

Me: Can you drive me over to the u-haul place?

Twin: Right now?

Me: Sure. Whenever. But if you?re in the middle of something---

Twin: No no. Now?s fine.

Riding in Twin?s car en route to the u-haul place.

Twin: So where is the u-haul?

Me: Um. Oh shit. I forgot to ask. But I think I know.

We drive up into the self-storage place.

Twin: Nope. Not here.

Twin turns car around.

Me: When you agreed to do me a favor, did you know you were embarking on a three-hour tour?

Twin: Given that the population of this town is 5,000 and that you?ve lived here 12 years, no?I thought you might?ve actually been on top of this one.

Me: I have another idea where I think it might be. Go this way. I know I see the sign all the time.

We drive down main street where a second tattoo parlor is having a grand opening.

Twin: One post office, one barber shop, no grocery store, two tattoo parlors.

Me: And two bait shops. Don?t forget the two bait shops.

We arrive at the next place I thought there was a u-haul rental. Twin turns the car around.

Twin: You know, I think I know where it might be.

Me: Excellent.

We arrive at Twin?s guess. Still no luck.

Twin: Do you know the phone number?

Me: Do you have a cell phone?

Twin: You don?t have a cell phone?

Me: I have a cell phone. I just don?t carry it with me.

Twin: That?s one approach.

Me: Can I use yours?

Twin: Do you know the number?

Me: I should. I called them four times.

I dial a number.

Strange Man: Hello?

Me: This isn?t u-haul?

Strange Man: Wrong number, lady.

Me: I think I need a phone book.

Twin: Let?s just go back to the office.

We pull up to the front circle of the company building. Twin has the music blaring so when I get out and run up to the receptionist?s desk I feel like a high-schooler. While I?m calling u-haul the HR manager comes through the lobby and gives me the fish eye.

So much for sliding out undetected. I get back into Twin?s car.

Me: Okay. We weren?t so far off. Go down Rte 3 past the gas station.

Twin: Uh, Twinnie, isn?t that how you drive to work? Every day?

Me: Shut up. And don?t be telling T about this. He can?t handle it. It hurts him to know this about me.

Twin: He won?t hear it from me.

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