There is nothing funny about the stomach flu. Or wearing a grandma-looking red flannel nightgown all day. Or running out to McDonald's on an empty tank of gas and running out of gas on the side of the road with two starving preschoolers in the car.
There is nothing funny about needing your baby sister to come rescue you because your husband is stuck working late or not being able to figure how out the gas can works and having to wait until a very nice police officer passes by and helps you pour gas in your car. There is nothing funny about still not being able to start your car and having to push your car down the road until it is level and not leaning to one side and causing the gas in the tank to be inaccessible to the engine. There is especially nothing funny about doing all of this while clad in your horrible red flannel grandma nightgown and flip flops.
Here's the question, if none of this funny why is everyone laughing at me?
1 comment:
so very very sad. what a horrible horrible day. ekw.
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