Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
Just because I live in Wyoming, there is no way I would drive an hour and a half to Walmart. I am not that desperate for Walmart. Everyone knows there is no wildlife in the grand state of Wyoming, so it certainly was not me who had to stop and laugh and wipe my eyes because I saw TWO bald eagles on the way to Walmart. That would be ridiculous.
And had I gone to Riverton on Friday for another Walmart extravaganza, there is no way I would have gone downtown and proceeded to lock my keys in the car. Had I done that, there is no way I would have had to hitch a ride from a local store owner because there are so many taxi cabs in Smalltown, WY. Since that did not happen to me, the store owner did not drive me to Walmart to get my wife's keys. That would be childish. Ridiculous. Ha.
It's not me who is having to retrieve my dog on a daily basis from my neighbor's yard. My dog knows I am the master and my wife the other master. Since my dog knows that there is no way my dog would take up with my neighbor and we'd have to go get him all the time. There is no way he has found a place he is happier at. That would be embarrassing. Stupid dog.
Absolutely not me that spent hours and materials frying up a rabbit and putting it into the oven for the final crispy on the meat. Since it was not me who crisped up the meat, I did not end up forgetting about it for three days. That could not have been me. If that had happened, the housekeeper, upon finding said meat, might have asked if my wife wanted the chicken in the oven. If there had been three day old meat in the oven, my darling Joyce might have had to swallow hard before telling the housekeeper to toss the disgusting, forgotten cooked rabbit. That was not me because I would never put my wife through such a thing. Not me.
And last, but not least, it is definitely not me who sits in a parking lot on another trip to the far away Walmart, dictating my "not me Monday post" to my daughter who lives in Virginia. She did not call to remind me (per her weekly habit) to post my list. I did not then ask her to write them for me while I told them to her via the telephone. My daughter is not long-suffering and wonderful.
Thank you so much for reading; have a wonderful day!!