Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

I Love Being A Fly On the Wall

Conversation overheard, between The Artist and The Bud, just now:

TB: Um, um, Daddy?
TA: Yeah, Bud?
TB: Will you come downstairs and watch Charlie Brown wiff (sic) me?
TA: *sigh* Alright, but just for a minute. I'm watching baseball, ok?

[Walking down the stairs]

TB: Ok, for 15 minutes.
TA: No, for 2 minutes.
TB: Ok, how 'bout for 12 minutes?
TA: How 'bout 30 seconds?
TB: Yeah!

Somebody needs to teach that kid that minutes are longer than seconds. #tricked

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Sometimes, I Wonder Why I Even Bother.

Conversation with The Artist, via text:

A: I'm at Whole Foods. We need anything?
Me: Yes! Milk, and some of that yummy basil salad dressing, thanks!
A: ...

Later that day...

Me: (looking in the fridge) Did you get milk, today?
A: No, after I texted you, I didn't check to see if you'd texted back, so I didn't realize we needed some.
Me: Wth...???

Sunday, January 19, 2014

99...100!

Conversation today, between me and my man:

me: I read somewhere that the islands of Okinawa in Japan have the highest number of centenarians per head in the world.

MM: oh, yeah?

me: Yeah, they've got a lot of people who live to be over 100 years old.

MM: Huh; I wonder why?

me: They say it's their diet. Maybe the secret is a lot of tofu and, I don't know, kelp?

MM: Maybe they're on to something.

[later]

MM (as he watches me slather a cup of mayonnaise on the chicken dish I was making): We're not gonna live as long as the Okinawans, are we?

me: Probably not, babe. Sorry.