August 2008
2 posts
it isn't me
[I walk into the dining room, and Becky's in a chair, reading]
Becky: I smell something stinky.
Me: It's probably you. You need a bath.
Becky: No, it just started.
Me: It's not me.
Becky: It is! Get out of here!
Me: It isn't.
Becky: Take your computer into the kitchen!
Me: I'm not going to do that.
Becky: Then I'm going to my room.
[Becky leaves.]
makin' love songs
[listening to some music in the car, and a singer has said that you want to make love to him]
Me: Adam, I have to turn this off.
Adam: I like this song!
Me: Yeah, no. It's a makin' love song.
Adam: I LIKE makin' love songs.
Christie: So, what IS makin' love, anyway?
[silence]