I wasn’t going to post today but I had to write this one quickly.
I don’t really have bad breath, honest. That was just my little play on the word ‘gagging’ in yesterday’s post. My dentist is not that rude.
But thank you all for being so quick to believe it was true. I’m not offended. Not offended at all…*
*Please get today’s joke and don’t make me write another explanation tomorrow, retracting this post.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
The Laughing Housewife 
Cool 😉 🙂
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Forget your breath – what did he say about your teeth? Thanks for the Carol Carpenter. The ads on youtube clips are getting longer and longer, so I’m glad I waited (im)patiently for the music.
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Appointment this afternoon. My breath is fine; I can’t forget it.
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Hi Gummy! I am so pleased that you was not offended..not that I made any comment..as I would not dare to offend the Queen of Malteser Box.
Hope all your gums and teeth are ok..have a good day
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😀
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Hope you appointment goes well and that your dentist isn’t having a bad day. 🙂
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Hee, hee, hee. You are too funny. 🙂
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Gosh! I hope I really got this joke! If people are ‘stupid’ (like me), you could just ignore them, can’t you!?
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I didn’t believe you, Tilly. Not for a second.
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Poor dear!
Once a carload of us were driving a long way, and it was past lunch time. We all were hungry and, wouldn’t you know it, all the billboards started becoming “foodie” billboards. So we’d call out the foods plastered all over the countryside for us to think about and we’d add groans and moans, to indicate how delicious each thing sounded, like this: “Hamburger! O-o-o-oh!”
Feeling rascally, I noticed a sign for “Bill Graves’ Auto Repair” and called out, “Gravies! Oo-ooo-ooh!”
Well.
No one got it.
They all thought the idea of a grave made me think of gravy. And they all gagged, appropriately. And they never, ever let me forget it.
The end.
So don’t feel too bad, eh?
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