Me: Blurmpu. ~splash~
(I've just tried to say "thank you" with my mouth full of water. We both know ASL for "thank you".)
Me: I saw a picture of Kesha getting eaten out.
Him: Getting what?
Me: Kesha getting eaten out.
Him: Ew.
Me: Do you want to meet Tiny Tim, the miniature tortoise who is smaller than a grape?
Him: No.
Me: Yes you do!
Me: I'm funny!
Him: ...
Me: You're not going to argue?
Him: Nope.
Me: Those postage-paid envelopes are going to get stolen. I hope they keep them behind the counter.
Him: Is what omelets?
Me: I weigh less than Doug Benson.
Him: Great.
Me: I'm putting that, I'm putting that ... I'm putting that - I'm typing that down.
Him: Mmhmm.
Me: Gew-gle. Say it.
Him: ...
Me: Say it.
Him: Google.
Me: Say it weird.
Him: Google. Guggle? Who was that guy? There was a guy last night on PBS who said it weird ... Guggle - he pronounced it like "kugel".
Me: Would you wear a Moose hat and go online and be photographed?
Him: I don't know. I don't care. Why wouldn't I? Is it the most shameful thing to happen to a guy?
Me: Shut up.
Me: I like the word "choppy".
Him: Choppy. ~nods, continues reading~
Eldest Son, during dinner: bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles...
Me: What the ... hell?
ES: bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles...
Him: He likes bubbles.
ES: bubbles, bubbles, bubbles,bubbles, bubbles...
Him: Stop spinning, stop spinning, stop spinning ... solve it! Oh! How can he not know!? Solve it! Ahh! How can he not know!?
Me: There's gunna be unicorns.
Him: There's newbie unicorns?
Me: I'll be right back.
Eldest Son, upon waking from his nap: Troubles, dot com.
Me: It looks like Steve's Amazon order shipped.
Him: What? Steambob's onion dip? You need to repeat that.
Me: There were two things I was supposed to tell you today, but I can't remember what they were.
Him: Do either of them have anything to do with me being a nugget-head?
Me: What did you think of my new nickname?
Him: What was it? I can't remember it.
Me: Try.
Him: Princess Bonnet-head?
Me: No.
Him: What is it?!
Me: Lady Brusselbustle.
Him: Is there a story behind that?
Me: No.
Me: I lost my pantiliner, have you-
Him: (an expression that's a mixture of confusion, shock and curiosity with a dash of amusement)
Me: Okay, that answers my question. You haven't seen it.
Him: Did you have it when you went to bed?
Me: Yes.
9 comments:
Mmmm onion dip.
Check under the headboard.
I like Princess Bonnet-Head better.
Did you really see a picture of Ke$ha getting eaten out?
Are you permanently scarred?
Zaggy, I'm terrified.
Bunny, I don't think you've said Brusselbustle out loud enough.
Hammersmark, yes and no. It sounds more graphic than it is. It could have been anyone letting some weirdo hippie chew on them. If I'm remembering correctly - it's been a long time.
Urrk. I'm going to go write "getting chewed on by weirdo hippie" on my fridge in Sharpie. That made my stomach turn.
You're right, it is fun to say Brusselbustle. uladersu!
It's good to know I'm helping you in some small way with your crippling noodle addiction.
Denim is back! After her I'm-not-going-to-use-blogger-for-a-month-because-my-computer-sucks!
I liked this post alot :3 ONION DIP!
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This post has too many wonderful words for me to comprehend.
By the way, I like bubbles too.
I wondered where ya went, littlest Nicomo.
Ah, Leiah. Too bad you can't come over and talk bubbles with eldest child. He'd cheerfully discuss them for like, way too many hours.
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