‘Shut the front door!’
My eyes get big. My lips twitch. Then my mouth drops open and the riotous laughter begins.
The other girls look at me with amusement in their eyes.
‘Seriously,’ one of the ladies I work with asks me the question with giddy disbelief in her voice, ‘you’ve never heard that one before?’
No, is all I can reply. I can’t even speak, because I’m laughing so hard. All I can do is continue to use my head to shake out my answer.
Miss the joke? Replace the end of that sentence with another raunchy phrase..
We were discussing what types of T-shirts we’re not allowed to wear on casual Fridays — definitely not ones with cussing on the front (or back) or that imply the use of expletives.
I use this quick flashback from 2013 to illustrate a point of reflection for myself. I’ve lived a very sheltered life and my resolution is to experience more laughs..BIG, BOLD ones..It not only helps the days pass on a high note..it adds a bit of color and excitement to my writing. My fingers tend to type more when I have a mood to carry me along..like drifting on a current, called Life.