Get ready to pee your pants! Weetabix is on the scene and she is a very interesting Generation X specimen to watch. Dumber Than a Box of Rocks is filled with side splitting comedic remarks from the never boring Weetabix as she commentates her daily life for you. You never loved reading about another person's life like you will this very humorous online journal!

Dumber Than a Box of Rocks
by Weetabix

Don't stand between me and a Krispy Kreme... you've been warned.

There was one delightful time-traveling moment. I had gone under the water with my new goggles (June bought me expensive nice shaded goggles.... she's such a giver) and Mo then went under the water with my old pair of goggles and waved at me. I flipped her a double bird while smiling. She retaliated by flipping me a bird, her mouth in a round "OH" of surprise. We both came up out of the water, laughing hysterically. I swear, for a moment we were 12 and 8, respectively. When we were younger, my Aunt Drusilla used to bring us to the Y and leave us in the pool to our own devices while she worked out. We used to plunge under water and mouth sentences to each other, sort of like the underwater telephone game. Anyway, it was a lovely thing.

Mo, however, immediately tattled to June that I had made an obscene gesture to her under the water. Notice how she creatively omitted her own submarine F-bomb? Uh-huh. Some things never change.

Given that I did two walks (yes, TWO!) yesterday and then spent two and a half hours frolicing in the pool last night, I decided to forego my morning walk this morning. Well, ok, I really didn't decide that until my alarm went off and woke me up. Normally, I wake up as much as an hour before the alarm but not this morning. I rationalized that I'd be taking a shower and that involved shaving, which could be considered stretching and toning. You know... in skewed underachiever logic. It's amazing how much you can rationalize when your down pillow is humming lullabies in your ear and the sun is washing you in happy golden sleep of the gods.

Then, at work, I realized how much that sugar monkey is still happily riding my back.

My boss came up to me. "So, did you bring in those Krispy Kremes?"

What? No. What? Krispy Kremes?"

"Oh... I thought maybe you did. So, anyway, I decided to not wear shorts today--"

"No. Go back. Krispy Kremes. Krispy Kreme DONUTS!?"

"Yeah. They looked like Krispy Kremes. I thought that they were, but I'm not sure."

At that point, I wanted to stand up and grab her by the shirt. "There are Krispy Kremes here?"

"Yeah. I wonder who brought them in?"

"Where. Are. The. Krispy. Kremes?" Was I the only one who understood the importance of such a find???

"Over here." And she pointed and started to walk toward our normal food area.

I actually bolted up out of my chair and ran, flailing my arms like I was wearing thong panties which were possibly on fire. I ran the way that you sometimes see kids running down hills, when they are completely and utterly out of control and it is all they can do to remain upright.

More inside.

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