BF: "I think I'll have a little bread before I go. Ehmmm. Tastes like a saltine without the salt...you know, like -ine. Want some?" Me: "No, thanks. I'm watching my -ine intake." BF: "I'm sure it's bad for certain internal organs." Me: "It'd be ugly if I vented my -ine all over the able." BF:
She: "So how was the harvest?" Me: "I think that if he put his mind to it, Greenspan could do stand up." She: "Why? Did he smile?" Me: "No, but in his opening remarks he said, 'There was too much joviality when I walked in here. This is the central bank -- we're not supposed
Me: "Do you still have your creamy center?" BF: "No, my inner child ate it." Me: "Really? If he still has it, then you technically you do, too." BF: "Who says my inner child is a boy? Maybe it's a girl." Me: "Really? Why do you say that?" BF: "I don't know, it's a possibility.
Big Important Constituency I can now refer to the P.T.B.'s as B.I.C.'s. Tee, hee.
Me: "So are we meeting up for lunch?" He: "Yes, though we have this thing at 2:00." She: "We're playing D&D." Me: "Ahhhh...remember not to tease a man about his THAC0." He: "We don't use THAC0 anymore in D&D. That's old school." Me: "Make me feel my age, why don't ya." She: "THAC0?" Me: "To
She: "You're smiling again!" Me: "No, I'm not." She: "Yes you are! You're grinning ear to ear. It's nice to know where that smile comes from." Me: "I'm just thinking of the shaved cat reference." She: "Uh, huh...sure you are! That's a boy grin. You can't fool me." Me: "Maybe...maybe there's a little bitsy bit
She: "I'm going to marry Prince William some day." Me: "Why? You wouldn't be happy. There's no way you'd fit in with the family and it'd make you miserable." She: "Just because I'm Catholic, American and disabled?" Me: "Yeah. Why don't you find a nice rock star to latch onto? There are plenty of single,
Me: "Oooo! There's a dead squirrel! One more and I've got bingo!" She: "What?" Me: "I was tired of the same old car bingo, so I decided to create my own." She: "So you play the taxidermist version?" Me: "No, no...the Road Kill version." She: "Pigeons, deer, squirrels...what else?" Me: "Raccoons, pets and tires." She:
Me: "The BF told his dad about my blog." She: "He did? Why?" Me: "Says he would've found it anyway. I guess I can't escape the google age." She: "Did you tell him that your mom doesn't even know about your blog?" Me: "Yes. I know she could find it, but I also know she
Drive-Through BK Employee: "Here's your children's meals." Me: "We didn't order children's meals. Our invisible children aren't hungry." She: "We ordered two large dinners." Drive-Through BK Employee: "Did you already pay?" She: "Yes! $8.52" Drive-Through BK Employee: "Oh....okay, you owe me $9.09. Let's see...that's seventeen cents." Me: "No. It's not." Drive-Through BK Employee: "..." Drive-Through
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