Friday, December 30, 2011

I knead you

Getting ready for work, almond butter and jam on bread, "What did the baker say to the bread?" snicker to myself. Alone in the kitchen with the joke I just made up. "I told myself a joke I didn't know," I think, which is the punch line to another joke I know, I laugh more.

Later, at work with my boss and a co-worker, "Hey I made up a joke!"
"Are we going to like it?"
"Okay, let's hear it."
"What did the baker say to the bread?"
"No idea."
"I knead you," I can barely say the last word, "you" comes out as more of a shriek of held back laughter, I clap my hands and tears come out of my eyes from laughing.
Straight faces on my boss and co-worker.
"On that note, I'm going back to my office now," my boss walks out the door.
Co-worker stares at his computer.
I'm still laughing.


  1. Hey! That's pretty funny. I don't know what's wrong with your coworkers. I'm glad to see some of the Diana I know coming back.
    Sorry if I haven't been commenting on your blog- I kinda forgot about it, but now I'll be reading it more often.

  2. I better keep posting then, so you don't forget!