Wednesday, May 03, 2006

I am so blessed

TotOne: My cup's wet! It's leaking!

Abby: No, it's not. When water forms on the outside of your cup it's called "evacuation".

(Uhh...we obviously need to work on the science skillz.)


Jen: ...Well, I'm going to try it and see if it works. I mean, "Once a Catholic, always a Catholic" is what they say.

Me: Hey, it's worth a try. Can't hurt.

Jen: And if that doesn't work, I'll just say a couple of Rosemarys.

(That is one of the main reasons I am so glad Jen's my friend. She made me laugh so dang hard I woke up the baby.)


Mr. Diva and I were watching the news the other night and there was a story about a fire in an apartment building. Of course, just like when a tornado hits, the reporter interviewed the most inbred-looking, toothless degenerate that lived in said apartment building. This guy was so stoned it was comical. Mr. Diva then stood up out of his recliner, started channelling Cheech and Chong, and had me laughing so hard I fell off the couch. I literally fell. off. the. couch. His impersonation wasn't really all that true-to-life, looking back, but the fact that my quiet, monosyllabic husband was standing in front of my fireplace, holding an imaginary joint, talking about "smoking a 12-inch doobie" was totally priceless. I'll remember it forever. Just like the night he got really drunk and proposed to me. And I was so drunk I said yes.



Jennifer said...

LOL - if that doesn't work than I'll just bury Rosemary!!!

MrsCoach2U said...

Evaporation! Too funny! I'm sure her science teacher is just so proud of her!

MrsCoach2U said...

Well my English teacher would be proud of me, the word used was "evacuation" and I read it evaporation, which is actually not as funny as "evacuation" now that I have it correctly in my head. Pardon my ignorance!

Redneck Diva said...

Jen, hey, whatever works, right? If you think it'll help, I'll offer my husband for burial as well.

Mrs. Coach, LOL. Yeah, it was later, after I had corrected her with the word "evaporation", that I realized the actual term is "condensation". I should probably take a few night classes at the college. I think my brain has turned to oatmeal.

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