clutch~ vintage, thrifted
earrings~ hand-me-downs from megan
(after i took these photos i ended up changing into some wedge booties instead of wearing these heels. i also changed out of that red bra and into a black one! oops!)
i'd like to share with you all an embarrassing moment i experienced last week. while driving to the gym, i heard an incredibly stupid joke on the radio. it was dumb, yes, but it made me laugh and when i got to the gym, i ran into my dad and decided to tell him the joke. he is normally a huge fan of really bad jokes and tells them often, so i thought he'd really enjoy this one. now, if you know or have ever met my dad, this story will probably be a lot funnier. but it is pretty darn hilarious even if you don't know him. so, without further ado, the following is what happened when i tried (yes, tried) telling my dad the joke...
"dad, what's the difference between a dirty, old greyhound bus depot and a lobster with 46 DD breasts?"
"a lobster with what?"
"errr...46 DD breasts."
at this point, i was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable. why did i think this was a good idea? i don't need to be talking to my dad about breasts!!!
"um, 46 DD breasts. BREASTS!"
at this point my dad was looking increasingly uncomfortable. he definitely didn't want to hear me talking about breasts!
"ahhh...i don't know."
and then, of course, i completely botched the punchline. and to make matters worse, my dad didn't even laugh. or smile. or even grimace. he just stared at me (was that disappointment in his eyes?) and sort of nodded. and then i think i just slowly backed away. it was the worst.
for those that are curious, the answer is, "one is a crusty bus station and one is a busty crustacean."
ba doom boom, ching! horrible, right? i would suggest not telling that one to your dad.
xoxo, nora bird