Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

15 Tweets That Will Make You Laugh If Your Life Is A Trainwreck

Are you on Twitter? I've only been hanging out there since the summer. For months, I felt like a stranger in a strange land. I still feel like the gangly tween at the party, but I don't care because Twitter is where all the hilarious, raucous kids hang out and it makes me feel like maybe I could sit at their lunch table and, I don't know, trade friendship bracelets or something.

Basically, I swing by Twitter when I need a laugh. Take these with a huge grain of salt.


15 Tweets That Will Make You Laugh If Your Life Is A Trainwreck:

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I'd also like to take a moment to point out how hilarious and fantastic my friend Maureen is (note # 5). I know her in real life, and it's the greatest.


A few Ingrid-isms for posterity

I warned you about these. I'm a mom. I think everything my kid does is publishable material. Also, I had chemo today, so I'm protecting you from what would be an incoherent acid-trip-esque jumble of a post. Easier to just copy some sassy Ingrid quotes from my journal. Life is better this way.

A few nights ago, I was reading Ingrid a bedtime story. Mid-sentence, she clutches my thigh and blurts out with alarming enunciation: "You. Are. Fat." Paul is still stunned I have yet to embrace a strict diet of iceberg lettuce and water. 

Then this: In an unprovoked fit of rage, my delicate rose of a daughter threatened Paul with "I'm going to kill you—with boo-boos!" Probably, he was trying to change her diaper. Or give her dessert. Toddlers rarely make sense. 

And this morning: Ingrid struts into the bathroom with all the pomp that her 2-year-old self can muster. "Hey mommy. Remember me? I'm Ingrid."
"Um, yes. I remember you. You're the little devil who shattered my eyeshadow. Thanks for that, btw."
"Hey mommy. What's your deal?!?"

Things we say.