It's the question of the moment: "When will she stop inflicting horrid jokes upon us? When, oh when?? WHEN???" Well, today is not looking particularly good in terms of providing a reprieve, I'm sorry to say. Perhaps I need to get more sleep; everything appears punnier through the filter of drowsiness, and I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Case in point:
At a quarter past nine, I was stacking toy farm animals atop one another, because that is what I do at work. After carefully creating a tower of cows, I thought briefly about calling it a 'cower' then and there, but instead decided that my colleagues didn't need to be exposed to the full extent of my insanity just yet. (Don't knock the cower - it was the only thing that made a somber toddler laugh all morning. Well, more specifically, you should knock it, as knocking it over repeatedly was the only thing that made her laugh, but still...)
At eleven-forty, another (less somber) toddler fell over on the playground and stood up covered in the wood chips that we use to soften the surface around the jungle gym. "Come here, T.", I directed, reaching out to pick miniscule wooden slivers out of her braids. "They're sticking to you. They're sticky." Silently, I added, "That's because they're sticks." Then I laughed inside my head for a good minute and a half.
I thought of yet a third pun this afternoon, but I've since forgotten it. You're welcome.
If this disturbing trend of posting unfunny jokes keeps up, I will consider renaming my little bloggenzie. Never Humorous: making you groan in agony since sometime last week.
