This was actually a Thanksgiving story, but since Thanksgiving was over a month ago, I feel like I’ve sort of missed the boat there…so we are going to PRETEND that for all intents and purposes, this is a Christmas story…lol (Yes, Sharon, that means LYING OUT LOUD)
It’s not even really a story, it’s a completely ridiculous conversation I had with a coworker. Here’s how it went:
Her: So, what are you planning to bring for the potluck on Friday?
Me: I’ll probably bake some cookies. What about you?
Her: I’m making a sweet potato casserole, but I’m not sure how I’m going to do it.
Me: Um, wouldn’t it be easier to make something that you know how to make?
Her: It’s not that I don’t know how to make it. The potluck is on Friday, but we don’t get paid until Friday.
Me: Um…exactly how many sweet potatoes do you need for one casserole? Is it that many that preparation of this one side dish is going to bankrupt you?
Her: Well, no, but…
Me: So basically what you’re telling me here is that you are one sweet potato away from homelessness? Is that right?
Her: I hate you.
It’s a new year, people (ok, let’s be real, it’s more like “person”). I’m not going to make a New Year’s resolution or anything like that, because everyone knows those don’t last too far past January 3rd, but I am going to make more of an effort to post more regularly. (You can take that as a promise or as a threat, whichever it is to you)
2012. December’s going to be a big month this year. First, the world ends on December 21st (at least according to some people’s interpretation of the Mayan calendar – personally, I think they just ran out of room on the rock they were carving), and THEN, the very next day, December 22nd, the alien invasion begins. I know this is true, because Fox Mulder said it on the last episode of the X-Files, and as he is my future husband, he would never, ever lie to me.
Lucky for my mother, Breaking Dawn Part 2 comes out in November. She’d be pissed if the world came to an end before she got to see the last Twilight movie.
Yes, I’m rambling. It’s my blog. If you want to read someone who actually has a point, go read Dave Barry.
1 thought on “One sweet potato away…”
Ramble away. You are absolutely right. It’s your blog. Your space. Your seriousness or silliness – whichever you choose.
I like whichever.