Monday, October 01, 2007

I can't. I just can't.

I can't tell the difference between East, West, North & South.

I can't say no to a marriage proposal.

I can't go more than thirty minutes without going potty.

I can't go potty with somebody in the same room.

I can't figure out why I would ever be in a situation where I would need to pee in a room with somebody in it.

I can't stand the sight of blood.

I can't stand up when I see blood because I am too busy passing out.

I can't understand why as much as I madly love monkeys, I do not own one.

I can't get Mr. Man to purchase a monkey for me because he is fixated on the alleged poop throwing associated with monkeys.

I can't stop talking about bathroom habits, mine and monkeys.

I can't remember my wedding anniversary.

I can't hang up the phone with people I love without telling them I love them.

I can't hold a grudge.

I can't hold my liquor.

I can't hold my tongue.

I can't kiss my elbow.

I can't dance if I want to.

I can't believe I still have writer's block.

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Bunny Bunster said...

Oh yeah?! I can't wink my left eye. Never could.

Nancy said...

Your post reminds me of that show tune "I'm just a girl who can't say no"

Sher said...

I love to be winked at. I mean I eat it up like no other. I'm a sucker for the wink.

I really can't say no. Not to bosses, friends or handsome firefighters.

Jami said...

Nancy - technically, that would be, "I'm just a girl who can't say ... who can't say ... who can't say ... Oh, to hell with it!"