Today marks exactly one year since I started this blog. I don't think I've committed to writing anything that long. I now look at the world through a "I wonder if I can post about this" mindset. More often than not I do post about it. So to start off the new blog year I have to talk about the Southern Women's Show. I attended with my friend Amy and her mother-in-law B.(Who is the best sport I know).
The show was at the convention center and was comprised of booths that were advertising anything from alcohol to candy thongs(yes edible thongs). I only wanted pens. There were several booths holding raffles for free vacations. While B was talking to the Ron Jon resort rep, Amy and looked over at the next booth. The booth title was "Enjoy Florida Naturally". "Ooh," I thought, a conservation booth. I then looked closer and the sub head was "Nude Recreation." And let me tell you they did not send their finest to advertise the joys of being nude. If I wanted people to sign up I would have sent a Playboy and Playgirl playmate as bait.
My friend who loves to get one over on her MIL told me that she was going to send the MIL over with the ploy that they had a week free if you signed up. We were positive the MIL would notice the tasteful pictures of nude tennis players and scream, thus providing us with hours of glee in the re-telling.
We sent her over and I scurried away because I was laughing so hard. Amy watched from a Bahamas vacation booth and gave me running commentary which started with "She's talking, oh,oh she's filling out paperwork, oh no she's signing up." I needed a Depends at that moment.
The MIL walked away and came over
"Amy how could you send me there?"
"What's the matter?" Amy feigned ignorance.
"That man had horrible breath. I couldn't stand it."
I stared at her "Didn't you see the nude pictures?"
"No, there were no nude pictures."
Amy: "Barb, didn't you see the asses on the board. We sent you to a nudist resort. Didn't you read nude recreation?"
That's when she shrieked. "Oh my God! I filled out the giveaway."
Amy's answer "Pack light."
That made my day. It hit the MIL later on that the guy may have been trying to look down her blouse. Fresh meat!
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