Hey, Sarah and I need to know, what kind of wine do you serve with donuts?
The Kind of Thing that Makes Him Want to Hit Me
Chris: (Holding up a toy ball that is clear and has a little plastic dog inside.) Look! He's pointing North!
Me: (Blank stare.)
Chris: It's a ball bearing! Get it?
Me: But that's South.
Me: Hey, can I blog about your pit rash?
Chris: In what context?
Me: I dunno.
Chris: Um, sure. Just don't tell them that I bought the girliest deodorant I could find.
Me: Ok, but can I at least say you bought the one for "sensitive skin?" Because that's funny.
Chris: Hey, it's one-quarter moisturizing lotion.
Thanks for all your help with the Mutter Mushroom recipes. I made one on Sunday. Then we ordered a pizza because it was inedible. I'm sure it wasn't your fault. Thanks also for the lovely Christmas cards that you have sent us. I love getting mail for some reason I cannot explain and have been having a wonderful time checking our box and seeing all your cards and notes and pictures. The guys at the box place think I am a loser because I always go skipping out of there giggling over my holiday cards. Also, skipping while carrying a squirmy, 24 pound toddler is no easy task believe you me.
Do you like my fishies? Or are the just sort of annoying as all get out? I did it myself, so even it they are annoying you should be proud of me.