Wednesday, December 14, 2005

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..."

6 Comments:

Anonymous roo said...

"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!

10:25 AM  
Blogger V said...

Or Three's Company!
I can see Jack Tripper hunching outside my swinging kitchen door right now! :)

10:36 AM  
Anonymous JenfromBoston said...

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?"

11:06 AM  
Blogger V said...

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.)

11:45 AM  
Anonymous stella said...

did you tell him that 'homey don't play'?

12:18 PM  
Blogger V said...

Heehee!

12:31 PM  

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