by teresa
He called from worked and this was how the conversation went.
Me: Hello
Chris: Hey...How much do you weigh?
Me: Silence...head spinning from insane question that I hade no intention of answering.
Chris: I am filling out life insurance information and I need to know your height and weight!
Me: Yeah....right! Like that's gonna happen! Why don't you tell me how much you think I weigh.
Chris: I am NOT going there!
Me: Just guess.
Chris: 120????
Me: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Are you kidding me? Your mother (who is very perfect and petite) probably weighs more than that. Do I look the same size as your mother?
Chris: Like I said....I'm not going there!
Me: Well...I'm five foot. And that's all your gonna get.
Chris: I can bring home all the paperwork and let you fill it out if you won't give me the number.
Me: *Considering options* Two hours of paperwork and online applications....or two seconds of honesty.
TWO HOURS IT IS!
3 comments:
Two hours huh? Good choice. I love the new look. Very festive. Makes me want a blog makeover.
Hahahaha. And ... thanks for saying I'm perfect. However, jeans hide a lot :)
I thought Chris was smarter than to answer a question like that!
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