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It’s Going to Be a Long Year

While at work, I ran into a woman that works with my sister, also a school counselor. My sister just had her fourth baby, a beautiful baby boy, 2 weeks ago. I grabbed my phone to show her a photo. He's still covered in slime and cute as a button. I'm a proud aunt. Next year's assistant principal is standing nearby and peeking over my shoulder. I hand him my phone so he can admire my nephew.  The moment my hand released the phone is the moment I realize that the image is mostly baby Easton but a little bit of my sister's boob. I panicked. I made a screeching sound and hit my soon-to-be boss’s hand. My cell phone flew in the air, made a hard landing on the carpet and battery popped out just for good measure. It seemed like it all happened in slow motion. But then I look up from my battered phone to the face of my soon to be boss. His expression was incredulous and his face said, “You crazy woman. What WAS THAT?!” Telling the truth wasn’t even an option. I panicked and yelled the first thing that came to mind. “Tourette’s!” 

Did he buy it? I don’t know it doesn’t matter. I had no good “out” in this situation. I’m either the lady showing my pornographic images of her sister (Easton was breastfeeding) or I have Tourette’s. And that is how my new boss will see me. This should be interesting. And mortifying. 

Comments

  1. lmao...this is all super hilarious but you should totally get some rest.

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  2. Tourettes!! Too funny. You crack me up.

    P.s. I love that the boy pops in with "He's single..." instead of looking at you horrified...

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  3. I'm sorry you're sleep deprived but Bwahahahahahahahaha! That was too funny!

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  4. I'm stealing the Tourette's thing. TOO funny!

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  5. OH....just fantastic.....you ARE funny.....the rest of us just try.

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  6. Man, I really miss you some days!

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  7. This just made my whole day!

    Thank you. Thank you very much!

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  8. hahah this was hilarious to read! I loved it!

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  9. That first one made me laugh out loud; and I'm pretty sure my ancestoral heritage is also lunacy (been out of touch so I got to read several posts at once)

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  10. This totally made my day. Made me feel like I'm not the only one out there playing catch with someone's masectomy prothesis. Oh whoops.

    Get some rest!

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