Tuesday, December 2nd, 1:45 a.m. North Orem. As I was driving home from the airport I got a glimpse of what I truly feared was my house. I drove North chanting, "Please don't be my house, please don't be my house, please don't be my house..." until I got far enough to realize it was the house next to me. Phew!
3 comments:
Holy freaking cow! That's a bit much!! 8S
Hee hee, now I know where you live!
"We're going to have the best Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny-F*cking-Kay!"
I had to! It's my favorite line from Christmas Vacation!
Post a Comment