You Know How You Make That Little Quotation Mark Sign With Your Fingers?

My 7 year old never ceases to make me laugh. She is seriously one hysterical kid. Her new one for the week is making the quotation mark sign with her fingers.

However, she has no idea why she should make the sign. She just randomly does it.

Like last night. She was going to "get" in the bathtub. Then "she" washed her hair. Then she requested "pancakes" for breakfast. And she was excited about wearing her new softball "uniform" to her game tonight.

I was cracking up. It sooo reminded me of that Friends episode where Joey didn't understand the finger quote thing, either.

Ahh, funny TV show. Funnier daughter.

OOOO!! I Love Winning Things!

I want this CD. I bet it's awesome.

You want it, too? Head over to Shannon's blog and see how you can win it.

Rock on, free stuff.

Foot in Mouth

I was reading Queen B's post last week about putting your foot in your mouth and it made me chuckle at the numerous times I've done the same thing. I am generally a "think before you speak" kinda gal, but occasionally my mouth works faster than my brain.

And let me tell you what.

When my mouth gets going, it's hard to stop it.

Like the time I was a freshman at Auburn University. I was a member of the Auburn University Concert Choir which had roughly 200 members in it. I was eating lunch one day in the Quad (we had a dorm named Dowdell that had a deli in it called DowDeli. I always thought that was so clever. I'm easily amused...)

Anyway, I was eating lunch on Dowdell's steps when a sorority sister walked up with a friend of hers. This friend's name was Jake and he was a greek god. I drooled. Ok, not really, but you get the picture. Lisa (sorority sister) and Jake (hunky greek god) sat down and ate lunch with me. Lisa had a class so she soon left, leaving Jake and me alone. I have no idea what we talked about, but we sat and talked about 30 minutes. Then I had class (concert choir, remember?) and we parted ways. I swooned, skipped, glided, breezed across campus to the music building with stars in my eyes and a grin on my face that couldn't be erased. I sat down in my assigned seat next to a girl named Jennifer, who I barely knew. I started talking about this guy named Jake and how cute he was and how I was going to marry him and live on a ranch in Texas...blah blah blah. Jennifer sat and smiled and listened. Class was soon over and guess who was at the door waiting? JAKE! Guess who he was waiting for? JENNIFER!

I am not making this up. They had been dating for a little over 6 months. Shoot me now.

So, on a campus of 30,000 students, in a class of 200, I happened to be sitting beside the girlfriend of the man of my dreams. And I told her all about it.

Yes, I was beyond humiliated. It was awful.

Please tell me about a time when you put your foot in your mouth. I need to know I'm not alone.

Fast forward 2 years...
Jennifer and Jake broke up.
Jennifer and I became really good friends and roommates.
I met the man of my dreams, married him, and have been married for almost 11 years.
His name's Spencer, not Jake.

Crazy, huh?