Monday, January 26, 2009
I don't want you to think it's all angsty all the time around here with me standing on the ledge threatening to jump and MathMan half wishing I would just do it already. No, we're also full of bathroom humor, sick jokes and an occasional mooning.
To prove it, I give you this, a verbatim exchange from last night.....
The set-up: On Facebook, I wrote the not so clever status message: Lisa is dodging all sorts of responsibilities.
MathMan, who was sitting across from me at the time, opened a chat because sometimes it's much more entertaining to chat online than to actually speak to each other. Plus, I suspect sometimes my voice is like fingernails raking across his psyche.
MathMan: You can dodge but you can't hide. You have the stink of responsibility all over you.
Me: That's not the stink of responsibility. That's me needing a shower
MathMan: I didn't think that I was sitting close enough for that.
Me: Mmmm, get a whiff of that!
MathMan: Should I smell something wafting in my direction?
Me: Not really, at least not until after I eat this lactose laden thing for supper.
MathMan: I appreciate the warning.
Me: You're welcome. Wait. You're eating tuna?
MathMan: Mmmmm tuna. Spicey and delicious and odiferous. Drives the cats nuts and they would not eat it if they had the chance.
Me: It smells vile.
MathMan: Vile to you. But me and the cats love it.
Me: You mean the cats and I.
MathMan: Not the cats and you. The cats and I.
I'm going to let him have the last word. This time.