It's not even a confession or Hello God? day, but I want to TTGL (thank the Good Lord ) for something. . . .because, in conjunction with my anniversary post yesterday, Kathy B. has allowed me to see the light.
That's right folks. At long last I have discovered what LMAO means.
Seriously!
I had been looking at those four letters of the alphabet for a full year now, and not been able to decipher their code. Laugh My Ass Off.
WTF??? Why didn't I think of that myself????
But this long-overdue revelation leads me to ask. . .What exactly are we people???? Some sort of crass-body-reducing-cannibalistic bloggers???? (Although, if I had thought there was a possibility of actually laughing my big derriere off, I would have been right there LMAOing alongside the rest of you. . . )
And as for some other bodily functions . . . such as snorting coffee through one's nose or peeing in one's pants at the unending hilarity of my blog posts. . .I need to ask. . . did no one ever PGWAG? (Pass gas with a giggle????) CCWAC? (Cut cheese with a chortle???) LLWAL (lose lunch with a laugh???)
Of course you have!
But you know better. Judging from the tone and tenor I set on the refined journalistic memoir that constitutes this weblog (now keep in mind that your favorite mom is almost a direct-report to God and steals His Holy Oils for her perfume. . .WTF again???? ) you - my faithful readers - are too polite to mention these things (which, frankly, are just TMI) in public.
Much safer to stick with A Mom on Spin's new non-oozing acronyms. . . ICIRIL (I came. I read. I laughed.) ICIRIC ( I came. I read. I cried. . . Oh fiddlesticks! I guess there's some oozing there, but it's good oozing. . . is it not????) and my personal favorite, ICIRIG (I came. I read. I'm gone!)
Sweet. Simple. To the point.
No worries about the depth of funniness. No more missing parts or unwanted bodily fluids escaping when you least expect them to.
Oh yes - and no more windbags!
For more funny correspondence, go check out Kat while she still has her 3-Bedroom Bungalow across the pond. . .