Legacy

She: "You want to go to Renfaire next weekend?" Me: "I don't know...I'll miss the pretty planes buzzing downtown Chicago. I've been looking forward to sonic booms and what-all." She: "Men in chain mail." Me: "Alrighty then, I'm in." She: "Great, I've got the perfect costume for you: belly dancer!" Me: "No. No-way. Nuh-uh. Not

She: "You know, you could just show up and look cute." Me: "Not run the race? Really?" She: "Yeah, you won't be hot and sweaty...there'll be cute Elvis impersonators and whatall and we can go to the bar afterwards. Think about it." She B: "She's right. If you don't run, you'll be sweat-free, cute and

Me: "I heard the sequel is going to be Lion Queen." Lil She: "Nuh-uh. Simba is a boy." Me: "So? The next one's about Nala. She's much more interesting. Yep, I can't wait to see Lion Queen." Lil She: "But Lion Queen doesn't sound right." Me: "That's because you hear Lion King, Lion King, Lion

Me: "If I have to hear one more time how Ben Affleck is sexy, I think I'll backhand someone." She: "No kidding, he's about as sexy as day-old carp." Me: "I was going to say cardboard, but then I realized that was unfair to cardboard." She: "And it's fair to carp?" Me: "Depends on how

I can't decide which is more amusing...the fact that I won a medal for the race I ran a few weekends ago (I spent more time goading small children than actually running), or the letter that tells me about it (see below). Doesn't matter. I feel, like, a, winner. Dear, Race Participant This is your

Me: "Carbon is just another word for diamonds, you know." She: "Hey, we're carbon." Me: "True." She: "Does that mean we're pre-diamonds?" Me: "I guess so. We would have to go through a diamondization process -- applying pressure and so forth. I image it would be like trying to fit into size 2 jeans." She:

She: "I dislike being the inspiring one all the time." Me: "How so?" She: "It happens when you're in a wheelchair. People feel the need to come up to you and talk about how you're the wind beneath their wings. It's hard. I don't have a good answer for that." Me: "Simple enough. You correct

Me: "Do freak treadmill accidents count as OSHA reportable safety incidents?" He: "Why? Did you break our run?" Me: "It was only 18 days." He: "Yeah, well, you didn't break the 100 day streak. There would've been trouble if you'd been the one to do that." Me: "If this turns out to be an OSHA

She: "Look over there...I spy the president and at least two senior VP's." Me: "What? In our cafeteria?" She: "Don't you remember? The dining room is under construction." Me: "I don't want to see them eat. I'm uncomfortable with managerial mastication." She: "Wow...I didn't know they could chew." Me: "I heard they don't have time

He to She: "That's why you're a great manager." Me: "She is a great manager, but on my own behalf, I have to say I gave some great peformance reviews today." He: "Oh yeah?" Me: "You remember those Herbal Essences commerical where the girls are tossing their heads in the ecstasy of shampooing?" He: "Yeah..."