Some Conversations
From a long time ago
J: You're discovering that he's not Mr. Wonderful. Mr. Wonderful doesn't exist.
Sarah: But Mr. Coffee does.
J: Mr. Coffee?
Sarah: My coffee pot.
J: You can't have a relationship with your coffee pot.
Sarah: I have a longstanding relationship with my coffee pot.
J: Does it make out with you?
Sarah: It makes coffee for me. That's a very intimate relationship, to me.
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J: He told me that he went to a zoo there (in Australia) and he saw a kangaroo and a koala bear and something else - a snuffalufagus or something.
Sarah: We just went from Australia to Sesame Street.
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A: I got my nose pierced in Sturgis. I figured, 'When in Rome ...'
Sarah: I'm glad that's as Roman as you got in Sturgis ...
2 comments:
I've been dating my crockpot off and on for a while now, but I'm considering breaking it off because she's been making googley eyes at that little TART, the toaster.
I'll probably rebound off the space heater, then look into a major appliance, like the fridge or stove.
Sadly, the cute Washing Machine is WAY out of my league.
Hah!! My crockpot is as faithful as my coffee pot, but I truly love coffee more than I do pot roast or pork chili, so ... there you go. I divorced my fridge a long time ago (but it still lives with me), and the broiler on my oven NEVER showed any interest (or function, besides as a storage drawer).
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