Snippets of conversation today.
Me: “Are those cows or horses?” (driving)
Mah Girl: (looking over, trying to discern what I’m talking about)
Me: “Cows. Horses. Horses? Cows!”
Once again proof that I do know my moo-cows from my horsieses.
Me: “How come the timer isn’t moving?” (staring at the archaic microwave)
Mah Girl’s father: (walks up and pushes the “start” button. Microwave starts) “Maybe that was too technical for you?”
A rather technical geekboy upstaged by a 65-year old man. Oh the shame.
Mah Girl: “Look at that orange room!”
Me: “Where?” (driving, intent on the rain-soaked road)
Mah Girl: (sighs) “Too late. But it looked like our living room.”
Me: “So not orange. Terracotta.”
Mah Girl: “Yeah. I only said orange to piss you off.”
Me: “I know. I said terracotta to let you know I know you wanted to piss me off.”
Mah Girl: (smile) “I know.”
We’re so much alike it’s scary.
And the quote of the day:
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
- Ray Bradbury
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3 comments:
Sounds like you were made for each other -- and it's a good thing her father likes you!
"love is not blind, it's retarded" - charlie sheen.
ege: Like I said. Scary.
mistlur: I prefer to look at it this way, something an anonymous person has said:
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
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