How Cheesy…
Cell phone text messaging between H.E. and me. Me: Je t’aime! 🙂 H.E.: Avec fromage! Me: Yes. I love your cheesy goodness. 🙂 Share this post:
Cell phone text messaging between H.E. and me. Me: Je t’aime! 🙂 H.E.: Avec fromage! Me: Yes. I love your cheesy goodness. 🙂 Share this post:
H.E.: The hometown in Wales where Catherine Zeta-Jones is from? It’s called Mumbles. Me: Mumbles, Wales? H.E.: Yep. Mumbles, Wales and spits pirates. Share this post:
[After listening to news about a 13-year-old getting molested…] H.E.: Tsk. They already deal with black lung and cave-ins. Now they’re being exploited sexually. She: Huh? What are you talking about? H.E.: I’m talking about the sexual exploitation of miners. * * * [At bedtime, annoyed, and with toothbrush in hand…] She: Can you please not put the tube of cortisone so close to the tube of toothpaste? Share this post:
The topic came up when we drove past a beautifully landscaped cemetery. “How would you like to spend eternity there?” H.E. asked. I shrugged and made a face. “So long as during the part of eternity I’m spending there, I’m dead.” H.E. laughed. “Are you trying to do a Woody Allen?” “Woody Allen? What did he say?” “I don’t know. Something like, ‘I’m not afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.’” “Hell, yeah. I…
I’m in a good mood today. I hit a lemon out into the left field, and now I’m running bases. By this time next week, I should be extremely busy but home free, and I’ll talk about the details then. I’d had such different plans for the last two weeks; I meant to post another installment of topsy-turvy pictures (the graphics you see on this page), and I meant to post a few amusing entries (well… amusing to me anyway),…