They say I need a reality show, this could be a few reasons why:
Billie and I were talking at my desk and I was showing her my beautiful calf muscle. She went to move forward and touch my calf and at that instant I flexed it and yelled "BOOM!" I scared her pretty bad, it was hilarious.
I had to take the dolly down to get the mail and pretended I was Whimpy from Popeye and walked like him while singing a funny tune.
We received a St. Patrick's cookie platter, which I immediately started a Riverdance jig while humming in my best Irish Accent an Irish diddy.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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