Saturday, November 26, 2011

Double Meaning

Having impeccable manners is just how I was raised.  So naturally, when my nose decides it has a mind of it's own and it runs uncontrollably, I need to take care of it.
I didn't realize that politely asking someone to help me with this task would cause such a stir.
After getting a Kleenex, I nicely asked my cousin, "BLOW ME?".
Upon hearing this, my Mother quickly tried to correct my question and said, "Please, help me wipe my nose."
No.  I meant, "BLOW ME."  No wiping, just blowing.
Once the laughter subsided, I thought, why is this so funny?
Then I decided, I didn't care.  Funny is funny, so I will make a song out of it.
It goes a little something like this...
"Blow Me, Blow Me, Blow Me, dadadadadadada.  Blow Me, Blow Me, Blow Me, dadadadadada." (repeat)

I sang this all morning, all during our shopping trip to Meijer and all through lunch.
My Mom has decided to try to ignore me.  Good luck, it's a catchy little ditty.

Feel free to sing along & teach others with uncontrollably runny noses the same song.  Maybe, just maybe they will get someone to help them out too!

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