Tuesday, January 24, 2006

why I'm not funnier

If you want to help me move on Sunday, let me know and I'll tell you how to find my place. So far we have about 5 of us. Half-way to my goal of 10 people. Also, two trucks and a van. Pedestrians and walk-ins are welcome to attend, no extra charge! I can even probably arrange a ride for you, if you let me know you need one.

So I was listening to a woman share at the meeting tonight, and she was really quite funny. Why aren't I funnier, I asked myself? I wish I was, I guess along with almost everybody else who's not. Funny.

Well I figured it out, and I don't think there was enough hardship in my family growing up to produce a sense of humour. It takes a lot of suffering to produce a great sense of humour. So Mum, Dad, I'm blaming this one on you.

Just so we all know who's responsible for what.

Love you all, , or, as they say in Texas, love y'all. At least I think they say that in Texas...

Cheers, Jacquie.

1 Comments:

Blogger stephanie said...

spons... i think you are very funny... too bad about not having enough hardship and all...

see you tonight!

3:59 p.m.  

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