Stuff I Talk About

by Christina Ledbetter

Archive for November 2013

The Escape

Whenever anyone wants to tell someone else about something horrible they saw on TV, it always starts with, “I was flipping through the channels…” But when someone wants to talk about something intelligent or super witty they saw on TV, it begins with, “I was watching…” It’s like, “I was just flipping through the channels and I saw this show about girls showing their boobs to strangers…” Oh you’re just […]

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Kroger and CrossFit and Mixed Signals

I’m getting mixed signals from Kroger: Speaking of confusion, how do pickles have zero calories? Zero calories? Come on now, Mr. Pickle. You’re not a diet Coke, which leaves me baffled as to how you’ve pulled this off: Speaking of pulling the wool over my eyes, remember the produce police I met a few weeks ago? The one who warns the world against paying for water on your cabbage? So […]

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Supermodel Stuff

My cleaning lady just called me and in panicked, broken English told me that she forgot to clean the mirror in my half-bath yesterday. Y’all, I’m thinking this means she thinks I’m like a tyrant. Or at best a witch. Anyway, I fired her. Kidding! Okay, but if she did think me a diva, she’s not too far off. You want to know why? Because I’m going to me on […]

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Benson Still Doesn’t Love the Cat

In case you were wondering if Benson loves the cat yet, he doesn’t, okay? Here, Benson doesn’t love the cat after he calls, “Haaaarold! Haaaaarold! I want you to sleep with meee!” throughout the house until he finds him and pulls him into bed with us and shares his pillow with him: Below, Benson doesn’t love Harold as he watches The Voice while stroking Harold*: Here, Benson doesn’t love Harold […]

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The Worst Way to Die

This morning while I was walking Cowboy, he stopped to pee in someone’s front yard. I stood there waiting on him for a moment, then looked down to see that he was peeing on an ant bed. “Hurry up!” I scolded, pulling on his leash and not wanting ants to crawl onto him. He peed a few seconds more, then skipped along. And then I realized, oh my gosh, those ants are […]

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