leslieism

My sarcasm and wit seem to have been stolen, probably by  the gypsy’s.  Or maybe by Transformers, the evil ones, the Decepticons.  The ram symbol on the front of my car resembles the Transformers symbol and sometimes when I buckle up I half expect for my Neon to turn into Bumblebee’s 2nd cousin, Blue Jay.

Most likely I have been robbed of my sarcasm and wit by my general emotional exhaustion, as well as by everyday life stresses.  I guess then, by “robbed” I really mean momentarily hidden….like a scavenger hunt per say.  “Per say” what the hell does that really mean??  It’s like the “say” in “per say” is a person, maybe a Jane.  “….like a scavenger hunt per Jane”.

So this Jane borrows and hides my sarcasm and wit and now I must borrow a map from Dora(because she is an explorer, duh), per Jane, and rally up a search and rescue team because this is no game in my book,  but if it were, it would probably be Sodoku…..because I hear Sodoku is hard and so is the game of life my friends.

I’m pretty competitive so I’m not concerned about my game, I got game and I wear a helmet….play safe and by the rules and you will go far or at least not get hurt as much or disqualified early.

Like an Olympic athlete, I just stuffed my face with the taco meal from jack-in-the-box and I’m about to get a good 5 maybe 6 hours of sleep.  I need my rest, big day tomorrow, gotta find my sarcasm and wit.  Damn that Jane, damn her per say!