This is what you get. Not witty, not creative. Because my life is not altogether that interesting right now. I mean, a girl can't sit behind the bench at the Avs game EVERY night. She can WISH she were, but it probably won't happen. So here you go. Tidbits of conversations.
J: …I’m telling you, you should definitely go to a strip club when you’re in Vegas. Here’s the thing…
A: Hold up -- I’ve told you what my song would be if I were a stripper, right?
J: Wait, what? What would it be?
A: Cowboy by Kid Rock. And I’d wear boots and a hat. Anyway, what were you saying?
A: You said “here’s the thing…”
J: Yeah. I don’t remember.
Here’s where I don’t transcribe for you the conversation between Kendra, Karen and I last night regarding the horrors of childbirth that no one ever tells you about. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to have kids, but the horrors? They will be in the back of my mind…
C: …It’s a nice day and I decided “hey, I’ll wear shorts today.” So I’m welding away, and all of the sudden, I smell something burning. I’m like “what the hell?”
A: Was it your leg hair?
C: It was MY SHORTS. I was like “Stop drop and roll! STOP DROP AND ROLL!” and then, once the fire was out, when I looked down, about a quarter of the leg of my shorts was burned away. And also all of the hair on my leg.
A: *Laughing* I’m sure THAT looks attractive.
C: Yeah. I was just going to try and play it off, but then later I was at the gym and this guy comes up to me and says “what happened to your leg?” So I went home and shaved both my legs. And if you tell anyone, I’ll totally deny it.
A: *Laughing at the mental picture of manly Mr. Welder boy shaving his legs*
C: Plus, I got my hair cut and shaved my beard so now, with my smooth legs? I look like a 10 year old.
And that my friends, is the product of me when my life is boring.