Friday, October 14, 2011

What Whitney said...(Crack is wack...)

How is the new job? Can you tell bc I haven't posted since Saturday! More to come on that my friends, more to come.

However, let me share a treasure I stumbled upon last night.

We went out to dinner and make  quick stop following to pick up a few things for a dinner party we are hosting this weekend. We go to our favorite grocery near our neighborhood. In favorite grocery are some rascals. I can honestly say I have never seen rascals in the store, so yes, first time for everything. As I am perusing objects, a rascal says, "Looking good in them tight jeans..." I don't look, acknowledge or respond. After all, I am not assumptive. However, it is 10 pm and I am in some new fabulous skinny (and tight) jeans. It wasn't what he said, it was how he said it. Kind of like Andrew Dice Clay. Or Li'l John. So I pick up my item and skedaddle. But before I do, I catch his eyes. And those things are about to POP OUT. And I think they are twitching.

As I walk away, he said in a terse voice, "Oh, you don't like my flattery?" Althought it sounded more like "fla-ta-tree".

Actually, no. I don't like your fla-ta-tree. Why? 1. Because drug-induced compliments aren't my favorite kind. 2. I am pretty sure I saw you earlier trying to mash on a box of cornflakes.

Humor...it is everywhere.

Have a fantastic and drug-induced-compliment-free weekend.

12 comments:

A Daft Scots Lass said...

A compliment is a compliment, gurl!

Pricilla said...

I suppose drug induced is taking the place of alcohol induced. Neither is welcome...although I am sure you rocked your new jeans

Eva Gallant said...

She's the devil in her tight jeans! lol

Slamdunk said...

I am thinking he was lucky not to get the mace-in-the-face response.

Congrats on the new job JM and have a super weekend yourself.

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

Sad...really sad but take the compliment...you more than likely, in spite of his hazy mind, looked sensational!

Running Through Phoenix said...

I wonder how your jeans would look to him through a haze of pepper spray?

Secret Mom Thoughts said...

It is like when guys yell at you when you are running from their car. Really? Do they want me to chase the car down?

vanilla said...

"Y'all she goes walkin', rockin' like a rollin' stone
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans own."

K A B L O O E Y said...

Fla-ta-tree. You kill me.

Caty said...

I may have had to work on hard on not rolling my eyes at him! :)

SassyModernMom said...

Umm you are a better person then me. I take the compliments where I can get them:)

Kristy said...

Oh, you're so modest. I'd be blushing from the attention. I'll take it where I can.