It started with a sweet offline message from Yummy, followed by a funny conversation with my boss about the cooler weather and horrrrible traffic this morning and continued from there with the silliest conversations with Tawnyia and funny e-mails from Yummy.
Even with a busy workload, I still found time during coffee and tea breaks with Tawnyia to get into the most ridiculous conversations. We were even in the restroom howling with laughter and not being able to breathe properly...obviously we were the only village idiots in there.
One that got us going was recalling a conversation with Michelle in the office. She took a part-time job at Target and found herself a couple of weeks ago in the baby aisle and happened upon a baby product called Boudreaux’s Butt Paste which is a diaper rash ointment. The name struck her funny and then she decided to get a tube of it as part of her friend's birthday gift as a gag.
Two weeks later at lunch today, Michelle tells us that she let her zany girlfriend named Billie, who always seems to get herself innocently into compromising positions, actually apply some of this 'butt butter' on her face. Tawnyia and I reacted with horror (we say the R, honey) on why she would let such a thing happen. We all burst into endless giggles.
Michelle's butt butter episode was accompanied by her telling of a middle-aged man coming into Target obsessed with finding a product with retinol and other eye wrinkle items to which I asked, "Did you tell him to go and get some Preparation H?" Apparently, not everyone knows to use hemorrhoid cream around the eye because everyone stared at me like I was a crackbaby. If beauty queens have used this beauty secret for years during competitions, it would be good enough for him. Amazingly enough, the guy did get some in his basket without being prompted. My man knew his eye products...
Of course, it didn't end there. I gave Tawnyia a ride home and she left me with a hysterical visual of what British porn might sound like compared to American porn. I will not even get into it, but it would remind you of what the Queen might be like when she decides to get it on...now. I am surprised I was able to drive home.
Thank Goddess I got a reprieve with a catch-up conversation with Kristey which still had some laughing business, but not too painful. (Yesterday was crazy enough.) I just couldn't take anymore laughing for today. I actually got a headache. Now for some aspirin...and they say laughter is the best medicine!
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