Day 2 of the blog party!

Its day two and if you haven't joined stop here for a look at whats going on! Its the biggest internet party I have ever seen! I am really enjoying going from blog to blog reading about people and finding some really funny people. I love to laugh, so I am going to send you to some of my all time favorite posts ever! They all made me laugh until I not only had tears running down my cheeks, but my family thought I had completely lost all touch with reality.
An Open Letter by one of my favorite bloggers It Coulda Been Worse is funny for all you who are PMS'ing. But my favorite post by her ever, make sure no one is around you who would not want you laughing hysterically, like if you are at work.... is this post The Perfect Gift. This story will make you popular with your friends! Its a great party story!
Another story that gets my friends all in giggles and snorts is this one at Raising Future Esthers. This one'll get your pregnant friends peeing their pants! I know, I told it to my pregnant friend!
I found this on a TT post, that I don't want to link to because, although the TT was great, she is an erotic novelist, so her site is not something I'd want to send readers to, just in case. But if you want to know, leave me a comment and I'll email it to you!
So you think you are having a bad day? Thank the Lord that you are not this guy!
We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one:Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.
On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.
The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. "Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it." "You know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!" "But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?"
There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second." So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button.
It is the last action I remember performing.
It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances.
No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth.
It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink, and at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.
"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"
If they only knew!

Once you can see through the tears, please pass that on! Oh, and no, your husband will NOT laugh at that post. Neither will any of your sons or brothers or dad. They really won't find it funny. But all your best girl friends will!

I hope I've made your day! I know each one of those posts has completely changed my day when I found them!