What The Hell Wednesday
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Elle
During J-Man’s party, the party helper asked him if he had any sisters or brothers;
J-Man: No
Me: Yes you do
J-Man: I didn’t know I had any brothers
Me: You don’t have any brothers but you do have sisters
Party Person: How many sisters do you have?
J-Man: 4
Me: You have 3 sisters!
J-Man: oh ya, 1 lives far away
oooookay. What The Hell?? I didn’t know he had any brothers either!
If you read our Random Tuesday post yesterday then you saw it was my birthday. Stacy started to list some random facts about me. She managed one random fact before she fell asleep.What The Hell??!! Apparently, I’m boring. There’s a random fact for you.
Stacy
I know, a big WHAT THE HELL for falling asleep last night while trying to write a sweet, funny post about Elle. I know, I know, I stink!! Okay so here’s a few RTT, thrown in the WTHW post. Like I said, Elle & I are 10 years apart, but I remember how she always would bring me to the beach, or miniature golfing with her and her really cool boyfriend that had a sports car! Elle and I have never had a fight, like a real one. I know I probably used to embarrass her when I was little and would want to go to the mall all dressed up, but we never argue. I used to wish I looked more like her, she was always the prettier one. And technically she’s the smart one too. Oh, and if you didn’t already know, she’s crafty….shhhhhhh don’t say anything about that. I got in trouble the other day for calling her the c-word when she was talking about that Owl Cake she made from scratch…… Happy Birthday Sistah, sorry I was too medicated to post this last night.
Last night at dinner I was just about to take a bite of my hamburger, opened my mouth, and OWWWWWWWWWWW! My jaw made the loudest POP and then this extrememly sharp pain radiated from my jaw into my ear. What The Hell? Even Thing 2 saw my face and said, “Mum are you okay? What’s that face?” I seriously couldn’t move for 2 minutes while I waited for the pain to go away. I really thought I dislocated my jaw or something. It still hurts today, but the extreme sharp pain has subsided a bit.
Tonight I had to get gas, as usual. And I went into the gas station, gave the woman the money, and as I was about to leave she said, “You can’t talk on your cell phone while you pump gas”. Wait, what? Did you not see the episode on Mythbusters when they tried to duplicate this? What The Hell? I live in N.H. where it’s perfectly legal to drive 80 m.p.h. down a highway on a motorcycle without having to wear a helmet, but I can’t talk on the phone while pumping gas? Seriously. And for the record I just said, “yeah sure”, went out, pumped my gas and continued my conversation. I did not burst into flames.
