It's amazing, isn't it? The way crazy people always manage to find each other. Weird people attract other weird people, then mate, creating weird little children. Cool popular people find the other cool populars and ride off into the sunset together.
Oh. My. GAWD. My first Oprah aha! moment. (I was wondering if I would ever have one of those in my lifetime.) I think I've just discovered the REAL REASON my first marriage failed. I'm weird and husband #1 was quite normal. Husband #2 however...that's a different story altogether. More like a match made in heaven.
Lots and lots of stupid jokes, impersonations, idiocy, and nonsense does a good marriage make. When you're weird, I mean. And we are both very very weird.
If you're cool and popular then you need polo shirts, flashy cars and diamonds.
Crazy? Celebrate with the padded room, rocking, sucking your thumb activities you love so much. Do them together for a bonding moment.
Ahhh, life. Sweet, ironic, bitter life. Sorry, kids. I mated with a "normal", so two of you are weird(you know who you are) and one is not. Hopefully this insight will help you more than any college education you may get.
Go ye therefore and... mate? (But not before you're married, or I'll have to kill you.) And have a wonderful day!
4 comments:
Amen, sista! Too true, too true!
And about your comment on my blog... I'll be popping on other folks' blogs, but just probably not posting on my own. I shall not leave you. ;)
And I love that pic of you and your man. :D
Oh I so agree! To be able to laugh at each other and with each other is key. Or someone will have to walk the plank.
Okay my daughter was signed in to google. So that Cassidy comment was from me. Kids...grrrrr.
A question I've been asking myself lately...thanks for putting it into words. It was a "light bulb moment" for me. "You mean, we're not the normal ones???"
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