I love a good bargain. I really do. But nothing thrills me to the core like free stuff. And free ice cream?! What, have I died and gone to Heaven? Oh yeah. And this week was Ben & Jerry's annual free scoop day. Of course, you would have known that if you were following me on Twitter. And you are following me on Twitter, right? Even my dog is following me on Twitter. You don't want to be left out, do you?
Anyway.
So I went and had my free scoop that afternoon. And again that evening. Don't judge me. It was ice cream. If there was more than one Ben & Jerry's around here I may have had more free ice cream. Like that one time...
Back in the day, I used to live in Southern California. My best friend "R" lived nearby and she's all about the free stuff, just like me. Baskin Robbins usually does some kind of free thing once a year, too, and one year they were doing free Cappuccino Blasts. Mmmm... Coffee and ice cream... And the best part? There were Baskin Robbins all over the place down there!
So R and I hatched a plan.
We mapped out all the Baskin Robbins parlors in the area. There was a 3 hour time window in which they were giving out the free Blasts. We hit those parlors and hit 'em hard! Then we went and made the rounds again. Oh yeah, we were good.
But did you know that they put real coffee in the Cappuccino Blasts? Strong coffee. With lots of caffeine.
I think it was a few days later before I was able to sleep again. There's something to be said for bouncing off the walls, you know. And yes, I'd do it again. Because cheap is good and free is even better.
Are you ready to join in on the fun? Go ahead and write your own Life is Funny post and link it up below. And for a limited time, your link comes with FREE self-satisfaction. You like free stuff, too, don't you?
You knew the TWSS couldn't be held back forever, right? If you're afraid of the TWSS, feel free to go back and re-read last week's Twitter Ho-down. It's TWSS-free and it's not long enough to make your eyes bleed. This post makes no such promises.
The one-liners
Okay, time to get ready for Girl Scouts. Seems like I should be too old to be saying that. Now where did I put that beret and knee socks?
"I need a book. A big book. And the loo. Happiness." #sleeptalkingman
Okay, I'm awake. Now what?
Permanent sign on men's room door that's not on women's room door: "Caution - Floors may be wet." Um, ew. #randomthoughtsfromwendy
My 3 yo took a bath w/my 10 yr old. I heard crying. "Mom, she asked Jesus in her heart!" Me: "Why is she crying?" Her: "I baptized her." (RT @WeareTHATfamily )
"There's only one thing that comes as close as being as fantastic as me, and that's my reflection. All hail the beautiful mirror. Wow." #sleeptalkingman
Had my free Ben & Jerry's ice cream this evening. And this afternoon. Don't judge me.
Helenatrandom @weightwhat And I don't know that he doesn't.... You know... I don't know either way....
weightwhat @Helenatrandom Yeah, but I'm guessing those legs of his have never seen a razor...
Helenatrandom @weightwhat We don't KNOW that though, do we? We are ASSUMING that he doesn't shave his legs. You know what they say about the word assume
weightwhat @coffeewithmarty Oh, c'mon Marty. You were doing so well yesteday when you started showing some leg. Even if is was in a cheerleading skirt.
coffeewithmarty @weightwhat Although BOTH make people happy, one is carnal happiness and one is simply, "Aren't those knees beautiful."
weightwhat @coffeewithmarty Yeah. You really need to watch out for those cheerleaders. They're goin' straight to hell with those carnal ways of theirs.
Okay, you can blink now. But if this wasn't enough twittering for you, head on over to Fellowship of the Traveling Smarty Pants and see what else you can find. Has anyone ever told you you're a glutton for punishment?
Hi. My name is Wendy and I've been a blog slacker lately. (Hi Wendy.) And while I admit that I have this problem, it doesn't actually bring me to the first step to recovery. What does? Going through photos I've saved. Oh, yeah.
So I found the above picture and it reminded me of an old post. As an update to that post, my daughter is much better at chewing gum now and has turned into a gum fiend. There go my chances of seeing a bubble butt.
Mostly though, the picture reminded me of being pregnant with my daughter. Why, one may ask? Well, for those of you who are not 'in the know,' exercise balls are great for your back and for helping your hips to spread when you're pregnant. I know. Who would want their hips to spread? Well, I'll tell you what - if you're about to push out something the size of a watermelon, you want those puppies to spread. Anyway, back to my story. I really wanted to get an exercise ball, but they weren't as easy to find as they are these days.
My one criteria? I didn't want a white one.
But white was the only color I could find.
Why wouldn't I want a white ball? Because it was enough being pregnant and I didn't want to look like I was trying to hatch a giant egg. So there you have it. Kinda changes the way you look at that picture now, doesn't it?
As some of you may know, I've been living in a Girl Scout Cookie nightmare for a while now. I'm the troop leader and the cookie manager for my daughter's Brownie troop. And I can't be taught. Last year, after being cookie manager for the first time, I said I'd never do it again. Oddly enough, I'm saying the same thing this year. Clearly I have a hole in the head. So, while I'm still not to the point where I'm finding it funny, I'll share my pain with you. You know, so you can point and laugh. Stupid cookies.
First, a few comics.
One would think that having more than 100 cases of cookies in their living room would be a fun thing, but no. It's not fun at all. And repeatedly loading and unloading cookies into your minivan to go to booth sales? Also not fun. You know what else is really unpleasant? Running out of people's favorite cookie flavors and having to face their wrath when they don't get what they want. (Go ahead and click on the link. I can't get the video to embed for some reason. I blame the cookies.)
And did you know that Girl Scout troops can't return the cookies they've ordered if they order too many boxes? Yeah, the troop has to buy them. At one point, we had about 250 boxes too many. We've gotten it down to somewhere around 70 boxes now. So if you get a knock on your door, know that it will be me. I'm digging out my old Girl Scout uniform and going door to door. And it ain't gonna be pretty.
Now feel free to join in and tell us why your Life is Funny. C'mon. You know it is. And besides, after living through cookie hell, I need to be able to point and laugh at someone, too.
How did Saturday come around again so quickly? Lucky for me, I've got a few favorites saved over at youtube for when Saturdays sneak up on me like this. So without further ado, on to the Saturday Silliness!
If you're needing more silliness, feel free to head over to Kathy's blog and take a look at her carnival. You like silliness, right?
My poor twitter account has been suffering from the effects of Girl Scout Cookies. Such a sad story. Not even a TWSS to be seen. Crazy, huh? Here's hoping twitter can get back to its old self now that cookie season is over.
The one-liners
An airplane killed a jogger while making an emergency landing on a South Carolina beach. Which is why I don't jog. (RT @badbanana )
Is it my imagination, or is twitter having issues?
Where is that *(&@*$% happy place?! And who keeps moving it?!
So there you have it. My sad little twitter post. Sorry I couldn't make your eyeballs bleed this week. Maybe next week will be better. If you're still craving more, feel free to head over to Fellowship of the Traveling Smarty Pants to see if anyone else did a post. Just don't hold your breath. Lately they've all been pretty flaky, too.
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