I saw this on Donna's blog and it is pretty fun...
These things are all happening at once. What do you do? Be honest....
The faucet is running....
The baby is crying...
The phone is ringing...
The doorbell is ringing...
The clothes are hanging on the line and it has just started to rain.....
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go in my bedroom and lock the door.....?? you said be honest...
sorry... i really sound like a loser, don't i?? ha ha...
okay... i'll be responsible. um...
i would definitely get the clothes... wouldn't want to rewash those things again.... all the rest of those things can wait. unless the baby is crying because he/she was hurt, etc...
Grab baby (women and children first).
Go turn off faucet.
Let phone ring (voice mail, duh.)
Let clothes get wet, they'll dry eventually and they're just stuff.
Answer door.
Tell whoever it is to go away.
Get clothes if it isn't pouring.
Check voicemail.
Put baby back to bed.
Take stiff drink . . .
Check back tomorrow morning for the method in this madness... : )
Tell hubby to turn off faucet.
Tell the nanny to grab the baby.
Have the butler answer the door.
Have the maid grab the clothes.
Answer the phone myself.
Oh...was this supposed to be some sort of a REALITY question??
hahahaah...not sure you really want the maid to get the clothes...but okay, we'll go with it!
okay, go to darla's or tammi's and get them to help? :)
baby, clothes, faucet,door,phone (phone's always last cause I hate talking on the phone for any real amount of time--unless it's with you, Sis).
So, is this like the walking through the woods game where you find out what I really think of my mother and God and why I'm not having enough sex?
Court, I had the same thought (about the walk in the woods and symbolism thing). Scary. I bet we're right.
okay folks...that's right...it is a Freudian Priority test. Each of the things happening represent something.
Baby=Family
Phone= Career/Work
Doorbell= Friends, Relatives
Sink= Money
Clothes = Sex
(and Tammi wants the Maid to take care of that....hmmm)
ha! got my priorities right.... you know that's true.... heehee
yeah,me too! But I can't figure out how the two are related?!
stupid maid.
Never did trust her anyway.
skank.
tammi makes me laugh.
My mother suggests that the clothesline/sex connection is:
you take off your clothes.
Freud obviously didn't live in my neighborhood...you never answer the door. Friends and family walk right in, only the people selling stuff, or the LDS knock!
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