I was at a funeral the other day...see, it already starts off like an episode of Curb your Enthusiasm.
The thing about Curb your Enthusiasm, is that sometimes I find it hysterically funny, and other times I think it's too painful to watch and so I just cringe.
So, at this funeral the other day, I saw a friend from high school who has adopted two little boys. She adopted them on separate occasions, but they're both three and are 10 months apart. I commented to her that she looked great and that two three-year-olds sounded like a sleepless handful to me. She quickly countered, so you're saying I don't look nearly as bad as you thought I would? The trouble with quick, smart friends is that they pick up on stuff like that. If all of my friends were as dim-witted as I am, no one would realize how uncouth I am. Of course, they also wouldn't know what uncouth means.
Evidently, as I have friends, I clearly have redeeming qualities of some sort. Just none of them* make appearances at funerals.
*them being my redeeming qualities, not my friends.
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