Mixed Up

I got my spam mixed up which resulted in an increase in my mortgage interest, and a decrease in the size of my breasts.

I was in Vegas last week for a trade show and saw some spectacular examples of breast augmentation. They never look quite real. That got me to thinking about penis enlargement products. I wonder if an artificially enlarged penis looks as fake as artificially enlarged breasts.

Then I wondered if the same people who market breast enlargement pills are also the same people who market penis enlargement pills. I suppose at some point a mistake could be made in the shipping department and some poor bloke who had ordered the penis enlargement pills might actually receive a breast enhancement product. A mix up like that would surely chap his hide. In all the wrong places, I might add.

A very kind neighbor came early this morning and cut and trimmed my lawn, and also weeded my flower bed. When I went out to thank him for his kindness I found that he had mistaken the wisteria I have been babying along for three years now as a weed, and it was gone. I didn’t have the heart to tell him about the mix up. I’ve been cross all day because of it, though.

Today I went shopping for garden stuff and groceries. A guy at work built me a garden frame, and I needed to fill it with dirt; fifteen cubic yards of dirt, to be exact. You know the expression Dirt Cheap? Guess what, dirt is NOT cheap. I bought the cheapest dirt they had, which was topsoil. Hope that wasn’t a mix up, and my garden will still grow.

Later in the day my husband and I went to the annual Easter Car Show. Along with the usual restored autos was a custom painted coffin, titled The Finishing Line. It would be a real shame to see that mix up! Oops, thought this had a hemi engine. Talk about the road to Hell.

I’m going to go mix up some dinner now. On the CKS blog tridiot rating scale, I’ll give this one a 129.78 percent.