Wisdom and Maturity
I can't believe more of you don't have anything to say about my "mud on the tires" blog, but okay..I'm not in the least bit concerned. Pardon me while I wipe another tear from my cheek and catch the snot dripping onto my keyboard.
A typical conversation between the two adults in my house;
A-(sniffing like a hound dog around herself) I smell something bad and something good.
C- Are they both me?
A-No.
C- You should blog that.
A- What? That I smell something bad and good?
C- No. What I said.
A- But, you wouldn't have said it, if I wouldn't have asked.
C- I'm still funnier.
A- Yes, and you're still a bigger...
C- Honey, don't say something your going to regret.
A- Moron.
C- Oh, now honey, you didn't have to go and..
A- Remember the time I accidentally threw the t.v remote at your nose?
C- (does slow motion action of remote crashing into his nose)
A- We don't want to repeat that, do we?
C- What would people think if they heard our conversations?
A- That I'm right and your wrong.
C- April, you're only hurting yourself.
A- I think I'm gonna hurt.....
C- No. Nip it.
C & A- (wrestle ruthlessly)
A- (in her most pathetic whine) Ouch! That hurts! Stop! You're gonna give me a bruise!
C- (holds up his index finger and crooked pinky finger) You mess with the bull, you get the horns.
A- Look at your crooked finger! (holds her finger in a bent fashion mocking C) Dur! Hur! Hi, I'm Clay with the deformed finger! You mess with me and I'll give you a crooked pinky horn!
C & A- (look at the bent finger and commence to hysterics)
C- We're stupid.
A- I know. What's that smell? I think it's me!
5 comments:
I sound like an idiot...
Well? It takes one to know one....or be married to one.
That's it. I'm getting a new deacon-buddy. You're a dork.
Richard
I can't believe that y'all wrestle. This conversation was a hoot.
-- annie :)
Oh to be young and in love...
;)
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