a short conversation
Saturday afternoon. My Lovely Wife finishes a granola bar and looks at the wrapper.
My Lovely Wife: I’m still hungry. [Pause.] Do you think I have a tapeworm?
Me: Yes… a tapeworm called LOVE! [Smiles and spreads arms for a hug.]
My Lovely Wife: You’re weird. [Walks away.]
December 18th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
I smell sit-com!
December 18th, 2006 at 4:31 pm
Oh, God, I’m prone to the same types of responses to MY WIFE. She reacts the same way MLW does. Are you sure we’re not related? Did your Dad ever get down to Massachusetts about 50 years ago?
December 19th, 2006 at 10:12 am
Otto: That’s probably just your Ultimate bag. Air it out and the smell should dissipate…
Suldog: If he did, he probably wasn’t up to that much at the age of 8.
December 19th, 2006 at 11:55 am
You two eat a lot of granola bars.
December 19th, 2006 at 11:56 am
They’re like cookies disguised as healthy food!
December 19th, 2006 at 12:50 pm
Disturbingly (and yet adorably) similar to conversations with the hubs. I’m beginning to think maybe my laptop has a little camera that records all those wacky married and mommy moments and then teleports them to the minds of bloggers everywhere. Is that crazy to think? It could happen. Right?
December 19th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
Yes. It could happen.
But I wish I could harness that teleportation for other things too. Who wouldn’t like to teleport the odd zoo animal from time to time?
“Oh look — a meerkat! Where did that come from? (Tee hee hee…)”
That’d be sweet.
December 19th, 2006 at 10:31 pm
It totally does happen. What’s the name for it? Group-speak? Something like that? I think thoughts and such form waves and hit us at odd times. Ouch! Like that. Damn.
By the way, I make my own granola bars. Is that weird?
December 19th, 2006 at 10:44 pm
Totally unweird..recipe please! :oD Plus, at the Sween’s rates of consumption it might save them moolah. heh heh
Sween answers things like I might and his LW sounds like my husband…that must be why we all hang out here…where we are understood!
December 20th, 2006 at 12:47 pm
Could a meerkat help with potty training? Just curious.
December 21st, 2006 at 9:16 am
lightspring: I think lightspring got an owie. Somebody kiss it better for her.
Alison: I may talk up my consumption a little much. Heck… I’ve only had one cookie today.
At 2:30 am.
Don’t ask.
Grrrlfriend Jess: Geez. I don’t know. Lemme check.
[Bends down to meerkat height. Whispers. Listens for three minutes. Whispers again. Listens for 45 seconds. Draws a series of diagrams. Listens for 23 minutes. Stands up.]
No.