Home....on a lighter note.
Last night, as we lounged on the couch, N told me that the living room was so homely.
It's looking pretty good lately, so my eyebrows went crooked and I asked, "Homey?"
He repeated, "Homely."
So I said, "Homely is what the press used to call Chelsea Clinton while she was in her awkward adolescent years...I really hope you mean homey."
"Right...that's what I said, homey..."
It's looking pretty good lately, so my eyebrows went crooked and I asked, "Homey?"
He repeated, "Homely."
So I said, "Homely is what the press used to call Chelsea Clinton while she was in her awkward adolescent years...I really hope you mean homey."
"Right...that's what I said, homey..."
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"So you were going to be a gymnast."
"Journalist"
"Right, journalist-- that's what I said."
See? your life could be a romantic comedy by Nora Ephron!
Or Three's Company!
I can see Jack Tripper hunching outside my swinging kitchen door right now! :)
When Harry Met Sally! (I know no one was asking, but I just felt the need to finish that).
"Vaya con huevos, amigos!"
"Go with eggs?"
It's good you feel the need....I bad with references....must be that shit for brains memory plaguing me again!
(Though I'm a geek and I googled and got that one.)
did you tell him that 'homey don't play'?
Heehee!
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