Not the Brightest Bulb...

[_Ky_]

Have you every had one of those days...

I had one. I compacted it into five minutes. My husband and I are getting ready to go out. I grab my medicine for my headache, and I realize that the coffee that I have set up to perk is not done yet, so I reach to open a soda. It falls out of the box and lands right smack on my pinky toe. I curse. From across the room, Hubs as what happen. I replied, "Damn soda fell off the counter onto my foot." As I say this, I walk into the living room, and open the soda over the carpet, spraying myself and the beige carpet with the subtance. Again, I resume cursing, take my medicine with my flat soda, and go back into the kitchen to get towels to clean up the soda.

When I finish with this task, my husband informs me that my coffee is done, so I walk back into the kitchen, put the carpet cleaning supplies away, grab my coffee cup, and pour my coffee. When a little dribblet of coffee creamer escapes the lip of the cup, I do not cutely chase it with my tongue... no, I catch it with my finger, and like it off my finger. Which... yes, just was playing in carpet cleaner.

I immediately start spitting in the sink as my husband starts laughing at me. I look over at him, I'm sure with a rather pathetic look on my face. "I don't think I'm the brightest bulb in the box, today," I say.

"Love,"he says, trying to keep a straight face, "You are rather dim. In fact, I think you might still be in the box. And it is a rather dark place in there."

*head desk*

[Dreamthiev]

Originally Posted by _Ky_

I do not cutely chase it with my tongue... no, I catch it with my finger, and like it off my finger. Which... yes, just was playing in carpet cleaner.

Cuteness does not like to be denied, and punishes those who avoid it.

[Scully]

I think I might have smacked Hubby if I were you, but I can see why you didn't--you might have hurt yourself worse than him!


Poor ky...next time you're in the Pub, I'll buy you a virtual ...

[_Ky_]

Originally Posted by Dreamthiev

Cuteness does not like to be denied, and punishes those who avoid it.

I will remember this in the future, and embrace the cuteness at every turn.

[_Ky_]

Originally Posted by Scully

I think I might have smacked Hubby if I were you, but I can see why you didn't--you might have hurt yourself worse than him!


Poor ky...next time you're in the Pub, I'll buy you a virtual ...

Yup, at the rate I was going, I'm sure I would have somehow missed Hubs, and smacked myself.

[Anaquana]

Oh man!!!

That really sucks.

I would have thrown everything down in exasperation and gone back to bed.

[vamp_writer]

LOL, but my sympathies.


V.

[_Ky_]

Originally Posted by Anaquana

Oh man!!!

That really sucks.

I would have thrown everything down in exasperation and gone back to bed.

Ah, hell, I'm sort of used to it. Hence, the reason I started a thread for the... I don't want to call it stupidity... perhaps, "absent-mindedness" is a politer way to put it.

[Dreamthiev]

Originally Posted by _Ky_

Ah, hell, I'm sort of used to it. Hence, the reason I started a thread for the... I don't want to call it stupidity... perhaps, "absent-mindedness" is a politer way to put it.

Unintentional absence of fore-thought.

[_Ky_]

Originally Posted by Dreamthiev

Unintentional absence of fore-thought.

Momentary lapse of higher level .... wholly crap, a bird just flew into my window! I jumped a foot, spilled my coffee on myself (*snicker* and my cat, poor darling) and completely forgot where I was going with my thought. Dammit! It was a cute one too!

Oh well, sort of fits with the theme of the thread.

I should go find and wash the cat now.

[Scully]

Wash the cat! <------- that's what your cat will think about that, lol! just let him (her?) lick the off and you'll have a caffienated

[_Ky_]

LOL! This was my little Kore Kitty. She would be a tiny caffinated Kitty (Not quite as small as my darlin' Laarga, but there is a reason that I wanted a familiar that was a tiny kitty. Real Life and Fantasy often mimic one another ) If Little Girl got riled, that would just mean that she would have to fight JewKitty more

[_Ky_]

So, Hubs, Bro, SIL, and I all go to the Club last night. Does this sound like the start of a bad joke?

The club that we frequent is more bar than club, and the reason that we go there is because it has awesome DJs that play our type of tunes. I mean, it is quite sweet to be sitting there and hear Thrill Kill Kult, Butthole Surfers, Panzer AG, Rammstein, NIN, and Marilyn Manson all played. And that was just the cream of the crop.

Okay, I got off subject. So, we are sitting there, drinking, bopping to the music, drinking, when all of a sudden I feel something roll into the inside of cheek (the place you would call the pocket of my cheek, if I were a squirrel.) It is small and metal. I immediatally think, "Oh shite," and stick my tongue out while trying to spit (not an easy task I tell you.) Reason being, if you haven't figured it out yet, the small metal thing was the top of my barbell for my tongue ring.

The only thing holding my piercing in at all is the angle of my tongue, yet I have to get the other half of the barbell out of my mouth before I swallow it. This was no easy feat, I tell you. Finally, my task is accomplished, and I hand the small metal ball to my husband, who has somehow managed to miss the (I'm sure, quite hysterical) display that I have been putting on, probably because he was watching the trapeze artist.

Hubby looks at me and asks, "How should I do this?" At which point I decided that Hubby or not, he is not the correct man for the job. I start pointing instead at my brother, who only recently got rid of his tongue ring that he had for close to five years.

Brother Odd, like my husband, is oblivious, until he looks over and sees my with my tongue hanging out with a bare thread poking up. He asks if I swallowed the ball, to which my SIL makes a crude noise of laughter, and my husband hands it to him. He then tells me not to move my tongue (I had guessed that, it was the reason it was sticking out stupid in the first place) and to follow him.) We go into the foyer of the club, where there is actual light, and he proceeds to try and put it back on without pushing the tongue ring through.

All of this is over seen by my favorite bouncer, who we have nicknamed Ms. Mullet, though we would not call her that to her face. She would probably break us.

So, there I am, in the club, at one in the morning, with my husband holding my tongue in a vice grip while my barbell is reassembled. Let me tell you, it felt lovely.

[BloodWings]

Ky, you have the most interesting life.

*turns away and laughs hysterically*

[_Ky_]

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Dammit.