Me: My boobs are too bouncy.
Giant Husband: That is not a thing.
Asides
Colby Not Jack
Me: I didn’t care for Kelly’s Clarkson’s earlier stuff, but I do like this album. Not as… cutesy/happy as Colbie Caillat or such artists.
GH: Who names their kid Colbie anyway?
Me: People who like cheese?
Who DOESN’T like cheese??
Kinky
Giant Husband, while watering plants outside: Is there a kink in the hose?
Me, going to fix hose: Yup.
Giant Husband: This is supposed to be a non-kink hose!
Me: Oh, come on, Honey. Anything can be kinked. Isn’t that rule 34?
Pretty Tasty Animals
Coworker: Is that a caesar salad? I love salad.
Me: Really? You’re the first person I’ve heard say that. I mostly just eat it ’cause it’s good for me.
Coworker: Then what do you like to eat?
Me: Animals.
Coworker: Yeah, those are good too.
I Must Be English
I learned today that it is quite common, and even the norm, in England to stop everything and hide when someone knocks on your door.
As opposed to, you know, actually answering the door.
So maybe I’m not shy at all – I’m British!
Karma
Driving home from work today, a woman in a truck cut me off. This same vehicle kept weaving around, cutting others off and nearly causing an accident trying to get somewhere apparently very important in a hurry. It didn’t get her any farther, however, since I ended up right behind her at a stoplight. And then I noticed her license plate said KARMAS (I assume meaning belonging to Karma). So, it looks like Karma really is a bitch.