Oh, dear. This is very, very bad. Not only was yesterday’s post a complete repeat of a post I already made, but it was a repeat of a post I made less than six months ago.
My friends have all gotten used to my telling the same stories over and over again, but I’m mortified to have revealed this character flaw to people with no first-hand knowledge of my virtues—such as they are—to balance the scales of judgment.
Excuse me while I go play in traffic.
Didn’t you make this exact same post three months ago, the sixth time you told the story about knitting your dog a sweater?
(Ha ha. It’s a joke. Don’t go obsessively check.)
I hate you.
You love me.
That’s true too.
I frequently punctuate my conversation with, “I’ve probably told you this already, but…” So please don’t go play in traffic. If your stories were boring or poorly told, I would be the first to push you in front of a semi, but they’re not. So there.
It’s all Mary Beth’s Fault. Let’s blame her.
Sweetie, you’ve been hanging around my mother, haven’t you?
How exactly do you do that by accident?
Glad to know I’m not losing it though, I thought it sounded familiar.
Does second-hand knowledge of your virtues count for nothing?
I have such a short term memory, it was new to me. In fact, I read it again today and didn’t remember reading it yesterday.
You’re cool with us simple folk.
Even though we’ve heard this story, at least you told the story a little differently this time. So most people had to question whether or not they read the story earlier. Dont take heart dear Faustus. We loved the story the second time around as well.
I think the hernia may have affected your recall.
Seriously, get the hernia fixed. While recuperating, eat nothing but sushi and ice cream, thus not becoming sphere.