Monday, June 22, 2009

Swamp Thing

I'm swamped. Literally. It has been raining so long and so hard here in my little section of God's country that I am swamped. Everything I own feels moist (and not in a good way). My roof that only leaks when it rains for 40 days and 40 nights? Is leaking. My basement? Flooded. My wooden doors are swelling with the humidity to the point that I have to do that cartoon thing, where you grab the doorknob with both hands and brace your feet on the doorframe in order to get them open. I'm afraid that if there were a fire, we wouldn't be able to get out. Oh. What am I thinking? Nothing catches fire when it's wet. Never mind.

Anyway, because I can only focus on how miserable the weather is, and how tired I am, I am going to print a cute email I got from a friend today. It made me smile - I hope it has the same effect on you.


I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot).
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of Trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish.
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans. I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... Disfiguring me for life.
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.
I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan.
I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies! I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . . .
Oh, by the way..... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read stuff on their computer with their hand on the mouse. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.

14 comments:

Unknown said...

ha! i'm forwarding that to my mother in law (and, of course, 7 friends...)

Unknown said...

someone really molests you in parking lots using a fiver?

cheap bastard

Robin said...

too funny!

Odette said...

lol That's great! I need to send this to my Aunt, she forwards EVERYTHING!

for a different kind of girl said...

Gah! As I read this, I'm drinking a delicious glass of water loaded with lemon slices!

Well, make that WAS!

Unknown said...

great post!
~AM

Cupcake Blonde said...

I think I have gotten each and every one of these at least twice!

Abby Reed said...

ha, I enjoyed the one about the purse in the public bathroom! lol

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

This is hysterical!! I love it. And thanks for leaving out whatever it was that you left out about the scary spider!!

Hallie

joanne said...

too funny but oh so true...each and every word of it..;p

Nonna said...

Life is dangerous for sure...and this post proves it can be clever and funny too ! Thanks !

Mrs4444 said...

It could be worse; you could be Corinne! :)

Merrily Down the Stream said...

I'd like to thank those people too.
Why. I. Oughta...

gin said...

that is so real life stuff.