Freaky Friday...

Who wants to participate in Freaky Friday? I'm reading all these cool blogs like Thursday Thirteen over at Never A Dull Moment , many participate in Wordless Wednesday, I tried that once and I absolutely could not post anything without words. So I thought that I would break out on my own and start Freaky Friday and see if I can stick to it, you know, like I've stuck with using the tread mill, ah hum.

Rules...

List four (or as much as you like, I'm doing four because that's all I've got folks) things that make your week Freaky. Write about whatever you want, include pictures, go bananas...and leave comments on those blogs where you see someone participating in Freaky Friday. (I'm sure there will be tons of you joining in.) Some of us sit by our computers, chewing our nails to nubs, sucking down Dr. Peppers, devouring chocolate bars, and possibly even hiding the fact that we are watching and waiting, minimizing as fast as possible, waiting for that glorious little thing called a comment. (I'm really not trying to drum up more comments) Here's the hard and most important part...you can't write the Freaky Friday post until FRIDAY.

Freaky Friday at the Butler's

1. My couch is full of clean clothes, straight from the dryer. Haven't folded them yet, because I've had more important things to do, like run through the house like a wild woman ruining the lives of all that get in my way. So, I refuse to fold the clothes, also I like to see how long it takes someone to finally stop staring at the empty closet/dresser and walk to the living room to find their socks/underwear/or bras.


2. I'll loose my car keys. That usually makes Friday the best possible day ever. I love to spend at least 15 minutes before rushing for the door to leave looking on every surface only to find the keys IN MY HAND.


3. I like to wash all of my work clothes on Thursday night, fall asleep/forget to put them in the dryer until the next morning, FRIDAY, so that the pants/shirts are still damp and I go to work cold (yes, I know, there was an ordeal this week about wet jeans with YARM13YOL).


4. Phone Call at work today: Sandy answers phone, "this is Heather and I need to check the model number on your copier" Sandy comes to me and says, should I give it to her? I say no, she's a telemarketer that won't take us off her calling list...I'll take care of her. "This is Kaye, can I help you? Yes, I need to get the model number off the copier please. Listen, I'm glad you called. We bought this copier, you went out of business, and this copier has been a piece of crap since day 1 and we want our money back, what can you do about that? Um..."dial tone. Sandy thinks she probably went to each little cubical personally and removed the Funeral Home number from their calling list. I think that Sandy is a tiny bit scared that I held a straight face through it all...she's wondering what else I can do with a straight face.

Let me have it people, send me your Freaky Friday Stories...
P.S. I started to make it five, but I had a hard time coming up with the four I've got. I had to wait practically all day for the 4th one.

P.P.S. Today's work day could have been entitled "GROUCHY OLD MEN DAY", Sandy and I were perfect angels ALL DAY. Some of us around here can dish out the "pickin' at you" but can't take it. Just Sayin'