Thursday, July 09, 2009


If you've been reading along for a while, you know Katie and I have an ongoing thing about calling each other bitch. For Christmas, she gave me a nightshirt with a picture of three dogs and the words "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch" embroidered below the pictures. (Pay attention--the embroidered part is going to be important in a minute here.)

Yesterday morning I woke and rambled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I pulled my Bitch nightshirt over my head and faced the mirror to decide whether or not to wash my hair. My reflection made me laugh so hard I spit all over the mirror.

Must have been sleeping on my stomach, because sleep wrinkles of "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." were impressed across my midsection. It looked like I'd been branded.

When I told Katie, she asked if I still believe in signs from God.


I mean that in the most loving way possible, of course.


BONNIE K said...

That is funny. You should've taken a picture and made it into a holiday greeting card or something.

Deb Shucka said...

I love the thought of God calling you bitch. She has a great sense of humor.

luckyzmom said...

Nocturnal impressions:D

Michelle O'Neil said...

OMG! How funny!

Amber said...

Good thng it wasn't a sleep mask...LOL