I received an email from one of my readers today that was so hilarious, I begged to share it with y’all. Wheezie* agreed only if I would protect her identity. And being a Serious Journalist, I agreed. Here is *Wheezie’s story.
Little Johnny* and I were in his room and I had to “fluff.” It was loud, like shockingly loud. Little Johnny* gasped.
“Momma!! You hear dat weed whacker????” He asked.
I collapsed in laughter and he just kept saying “Dat weed whacker outside sooooo woud!!!” I did not correct him because I didn’t want everyone we see for the rest of the week to know that my fluffs sounds like landscaping equipment.
*Names changed to protect the flatulent.
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