Today, I woke up to a Snapchat from an old college friend, Margaret. She stated that she had just burned her leg with her curling wand while trying to iron her pants (presumably with said curling wand).
I am just so happy that I am not the only person that this type of shit happens to.
I also had dinner with a cousin who was visiting MyCity last night. She arrived to the airport for her flight yesterday only to realize that she had booked her flight(s) for March. Then she left her wallet on the plane.
Trapping all of your wine in one drawer just doesn’t seem so bad right now, does it, Beverly?
-Bev
6 Comments
Betty
February 28, 2017 at 8:22 pmMy recommendation to the curling iron problem is to move to a place where people really wear Birkenstock’s and therefore make ironing a moot point.
As for the airline booking issue.. I feel your cousin’s pain. I have done it!
marcella
February 23, 2017 at 7:40 pmpo cuz. she need to hunt up a penny.
how did you get that wine out. because i KNOW YOU GOT THAT WINE OUT.
Bevvy G
February 26, 2017 at 7:04 pmMarcella, I failed you. But mostly, I failed me.
MamaG
February 23, 2017 at 3:43 pmHa! Love it!
Petunia
February 23, 2017 at 10:43 amConfused. I have read this 3 times now, and it’s still a puzzler- your cousin who visited MyCity yesterday- how did she even fly and get to MyCity if the flights werent til March???
Bevvy G
February 23, 2017 at 11:36 amShe had to buy new ones at the airport.