Witticisms from my housemates
Mar. 22nd, 2004 06:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckSo, Carolina and NC State are out of the tournament already. But, the Husband reminds me, still 3 ACC teams in. I said, "Duke, Wake and who? Georgia Tech?" Yeah! Then he says the Big East got three teams in, too, including UConn. So, I grudgingly said that if UNC was out of the running, I would root for UConn first, but if UConn didn't win, I wanted Wake, then Duke, then *big sigh* I suppose Georgia Tech would be OK *another heavy sigh.* Whereupon Husband says, "Why can't crackers and hicks just get along?" Yankee bastard. *snortle*
Husband was watching Farscape. The episode finishes and he gets up from his chair. He walks over to where I'm standing in the dining room, thinking about possibly rearranging the furniture. I give him a hug. We kiss. He says, as the credits are playing, "This could be our song..."
The Small Boy and I arrive home in the evening. Dinner is ready for him, and I ask him if he would mind getting started on his dinner while I check my e-mail. He says, "I don't care if you check your e-mail..." And while saying "check your e-mail," he actually makes the little quotation-mark gesture in the air around the phrase. What!?!?
And last but not least, The Small Boy and I are running errands. We are listening to the song "The Houghs of Cromdale" on the CD player. The small boy likes this song, as it is about a couple of battles. He asks me to play it over several times. Then he says, "There's something weird about the English in this song. They bathe in human blood!" No, no! Perhaps it's a fine point, but it's only a viscious battle, not some sort of ritual human sacrifice. We paused the song and discussed the lyrics.
Husband was watching Farscape. The episode finishes and he gets up from his chair. He walks over to where I'm standing in the dining room, thinking about possibly rearranging the furniture. I give him a hug. We kiss. He says, as the credits are playing, "This could be our song..."
The Small Boy and I arrive home in the evening. Dinner is ready for him, and I ask him if he would mind getting started on his dinner while I check my e-mail. He says, "I don't care if you check your e-mail..." And while saying "check your e-mail," he actually makes the little quotation-mark gesture in the air around the phrase. What!?!?
And last but not least, The Small Boy and I are running errands. We are listening to the song "The Houghs of Cromdale" on the CD player. The small boy likes this song, as it is about a couple of battles. He asks me to play it over several times. Then he says, "There's something weird about the English in this song. They bathe in human blood!" No, no! Perhaps it's a fine point, but it's only a viscious battle, not some sort of ritual human sacrifice. We paused the song and discussed the lyrics.
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Date: 2004-03-25 03:18 pm (UTC)Ah, the cuteness of the quotation marks!!!
And yes, all English bathe in human blood at least once a month - it's how we keep our skin so soft!
Ooh, and am sitting in the living room, in the warm typing this onn SM's laptop, and he "accidentlly" starts flicking through the porn channels (the previews, I hasten to add, we do not subscribe!), and he goes "Eeew, that's your channel, that is!" So I look up, and there's Gay TV now!! We both had a giggle!
Farscape
Date: 2004-03-25 06:34 pm (UTC)Working very hard on Alias, though. Will be interested to see how Will manages to avoid getting bumped off by SD-6. He doesn't seem like the kind of character they are likely to ax. Time will tell. No spoiling! :)