When you care enough

My lovely friend Beth sent me this link to some truly knee-slapping e-cards. I think you'd enjoy browsing through them.

Today, this one feels appropriate.

Sew funny (HA! haha! um.)

Old sewing patterns might not seem like a barrel of laughs, but this site never fails to send me into a fit of giggles. A few of my favorites:

Hai Ku Doing?

Hide-and-Go-Stink

Golli-blog

Runaway

Watch this. It's terrific.

When it's OK to love hate

This made me laugh so hard that I cried, and had to go to the ladies' room to fix my mascara.

Your not going to believe this

Yesterday I began packing. No, we haven't the faintest idea where we'll move or when we'll move there, but our agent wants us to haul away our personal, messy junk and enjoy a "spartan" lifestyle while our condo is on the market.

Everything was going fine until I accidentally wrote "CD's" on one of the boxes, in big, black Sharpie letters. I sat back and stared. CD's? c-d-APOSTROPHE-s? I don't think so, Jake! I was so mad at myself. You see, it all started when I accidentally made the "s" uppercase, and so in a flash, I went ahead and added an apostrophe, to make it look like a plural word instead of C-D-S. But then I realized that makes me about as numbskulled as the bad spellers and grammarians I mock all the time! I considered tearing the box lid off and starting over, but then I realized a better course of action would be to write "CD's" on two more boxes. Because if you are going to be wrong, be wrong so boldly that it makes others wonder if they are wrong.

Pillow talk

Me: I love you.

Him: I love you, too.

Me: No, I mean, I REALLY love you.

Him: Oh. ... Yeah, that's not what I meant.

Making his point

Him: Good night.

Me: Night!

...

Me: I'm not tired. Are you?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you have a busy day tomorrow?

Him: Yes.

...

Me: Don't you want to talk about "Lost"?
Him: No.

...

Me: What do you want to do tomorrow night?

Him: How about I get a stick and beat you in the head?