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What was she thinking when she wasn’t thinking?

Bonnie — she’s known me for years. Therefore, she should have known that I needed at least one more consonant.

We had been sending emails back and forth when suddenly the sentences shrunk to four words. I had no idea what my dear friend was talking about anymore. So I sent Bonnie a, “What?” To which she replied, “Huh?”

How would women have handled this blonde moment in the olden days? Politely texted, “I am sorry dear, but I must have lost my train of thought while Final-Netting my hair, and sliding into my pointy heels. This chiffon apron! My mother-in-law, the dear woman, embroidered it for me. But I must confess it is so tight around my waist, that it cuts the oxygen off to my brain. Then again, it might not be the apron, it could be these clip-on earrings. Laughter out loud. Laughter out loud. Well, well, I must get-a-move-on… starch my sons striped shirts before supper is served. Did I tell you that I burnt my foot while shutting the oven door this morning? I was rolling my hair with my right hand, while wrapping my husband’s egg salad sandwich in waxed paper with my left. I kicked the oven door shut with my toes. Laughter out loud. Laughter out loud. That’s why we should always wear heels in the kitchen. I shall talk to you later, dear. After I wash the dishes by hand. Lemon Joy. It really does show your reflection in your dinner plates. Did I tell you that I can go 4 weeks without washing my hair? You must try Final Net. I swear — it is the ultimate glue that holds us mothers together.

Today’s Life Recipe: Laughter out loud. Laughter out loud!!

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