I am revisiting this because I want to and I woke up early due to the time change and I can’t type with the cinnomin roll hanging out of my mouth so here…. enjoy.
Hey there and welcome back to another edition of Moronic Monday. Where I hope that you are so distracted by my epically moronic stories from my past ( or present) and it gives you that little push to go forth and battle the dirty wench that is a Monday.
I was having an email conversation with a fellow blogger and the end result was my offering up a friendship disclaimer on the spur of the moment. She liked it and told me that since it wouldn’t fit on a postcard she made a little animation of it and sent it over. I was rolling on the freaking floor hearing animated voices say the words I had written. Clearly she is brilliant.
I ran on over to cram my entire “friendship disclaimer” into the program. I made us superheros.
Grab your popcorn and enjoy.
I am such a horrible friend that I am surprised the Surgeon General has not had his warning tattooed onto my forehead. At the very least I should come with an “Under the Penalty of Law” mattress tag sewn to the batwings I call arms.
So go out today and show Monday who is boss. Because as the old song goes, ” you got a friend in me”.