Thursday, July 2, 2009

I'm Immature

In 172 days, I will be 30 years old. THIRTY! Could someone please explain to me why some things STILL make me laugh like a 12 year old girl?

For example:

I cannot stop myself from saying, "That's what she said!" when it's appropriate...or not. Even when I don't physically say it out loud...I'm thinking it. And I'm laughing. Completely immature.

It's tough.

I work at a Trucking Company were weekly we haul loads of paper, wound like this:

Typical newsprint-type of an idea. Anyway, do you know what they call them - what the ACTUAL term is?


It's "butt-roll".

I have to look at Proof Of Deliveries, almost daily, that say "BUTT ROLLS" on them.

These are the things that keep me immature.