Monday, December 8, 2008

Best Excuse Winners!

Okay...i did not forget about the

...i just got MORE BEHIND.

...and i am not talking about my backside....

I took one of my finals today and passed the class
(transfer University standards)
by only a .06 percentile.


with either a long bath
(offered by my husband ,

call him crazy after
the last bath episode....)

....or a foot rub and a gallon of ice cream.
Either way I win!

In the meantime enjoy the blog roll at the top...these three bloggers came up with my favorite excuses, which I plan to use all months. THANKS everyone who played...

...if you think of more excuses, send them my way...I am sure I will be running into plenty of opportunities to use them this month...


Miss Anne said...

What?? I've been much too busy doing "good deeds" for others, decorating the house, baking festive goodies, and/or sipping mocha's by the fire...

but!!! i WILL get to it... dont lose faith! :)

...How's that?... sweet blog btw!

(the mullet post cracked me UP!)

Kay Dennison said...

Well gee, why not just say that you were all stressed out with no one to choke? It always works for me. (It also gets me some weird looks and some alone time. LOL)

clan of the cave hair said...

my hamster ate my hardrive.


Kay Dennison said...

Thanks! I am honored.

Erin said...

I'm not that good at coming up with excuses. Congrats to all those who can lie better than me!!

And of course you can pass that cool sentence tag thing along. That's what it is for!

Boy Mom said...

You are too funny, I trusted you to be blog contest abiding citizens; but I appreciate your daughters concern. Tell her that if she ever wants to get together for a boy mom party call me, she can bring the chocolate :)

I should have entered the excuse contest, "Do I look like the burger king? No? Then you don't get it your way."

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?