humor
The Trouble with Washing Cars
The color was white
but the winter has been hard
even for the cars.
“You need to wash it,”
they said to me more than once
“It is a white car.”
At last, I listened
and I paid ten whole dollars
to wash the car clean.
The very next day
it rained and snowed and rained more
on my so clean car.
That is not the end,
as I drove home on wet roads
scowling the whole ride
a dirty mean rock
left a chip in my windshield.
Bleeping-bleep rock chip.
Yes, this is a drought
(sigh) so I should be thankful
for all the moisture.
And am I grateful?
I have no pleasant comment –
ask me later, k?
© 2014 ck’s days
Some days…
So, how would you pour this detergent?
By the handle and risk the mess?
Or awkwardly to use the easy (not so easy in this case) spout?
What’s on PBS tonight?
I never used to watch PBS. In fact, I made fun of people who watched public programming. Sort of. I mocked them by mocking myself. I’ve even described people by saying things like, “She’s PBS and I’m E!. We will never be friends.”
I’d like to point out it’s been years since I’ve watched anything on E!. This confession has nothing to do with this post, I just want to put it out there.
My Awesome Prayer
Sometimes I pray to be awesome
and I wait for that gift to come.
Randomly weird compliments
We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.
Awkward
Olympics 2014
I could have been an Olympian –
trust me, my efforts would be so bold –
but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –
and I don’t really like the cold –
if it weren’t for those few details though –
you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!
© 2013 ck’s days
You’re Still a Nice Person Shower
So, I just celebrated my 40th birthday last August. Forty and not married. As if in, still single. Do you know what irks me the most about being single in my forties? The fact I never received one gathering devoted to me receiving presents. In other words, a shower.
Your story sounds familiar…
My co-worker seriously started a story like this the other day:
“My cousin Vinny…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I rudely interrupted. “You have a cousin named Vinny?” She nodded her head and continued her story.
Later, a group of us discussed our high school teachers and how we only remember the naughty ones. You know, the ones that did something memorably bad.
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