The Elephant

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Since I first started thinking about moving out of my little 9x10 room, there has been a topic of conversation that I refuse to bring up with myself. Of course, Me, Myself, and I all know that it needs to be talked about, but I guess you could say that it's been like an elephant in the middle of the room.

And an elephant in a 9x10 room makes it nearly impossible to do anything at all.

But knowing this group as I do, I dare not bring up the elephant problem with Me and Myself, because one of them is likely to start in with elephant jokes, and frankly, I don't think our problem will be solved by throwing a peanut into a cardboard box and waiting for the elephant to climb in after it.

Although... I might have just the perfect toenail polish to help the elephant hide.

Comments

Emily (Laundry and Lullabies) said…
Um...?

Generally I can follow your posts, but wow, this one is just beyond me. :)
9:53 PM
Vicki Carroll said…
It's all the old elephant jokes! Just don't be standing under any trees when the elephants start jumping out of them!
10:30 AM
slowlane said…
Sorry, Emily... I guess not everyone grew up on elephant jokes like I did. I thought everyone knew that the way to get an elephant into a VW bug was to throw a peanut into it and the reason elephants paint their toenails red is to hide in strawberry patches and cherry trees.
7:17 PM
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