Friday, November 21, 2008

random conversations.

ds#1: Can I have
the giant chalkboard out of the basement to
do math problems on?

me: Yep. Go get it, it's yours.

ds#2 Oh, that's REAL nice. All we need around here
now is a couple of pocket protectors.

ds#1: I could totally use a couple of pocket protectors!
me: Oh my gosh,
has my nose always been this big??

dd: Pretty much.

ds#2: Yeah, mom, you've got a pretty big schnozz.

me: Well. It's a good thing I didn't realize this in
junior high. It might have made me insecure. Can
I tell people I broke it in a bar fight?

ds#2 Have you ever been in a bar fight?

me: I can neither confirm nor deny my participation
in any bar fights at this time.

ds#2: That's what I thought . . .

caller: I have this
baseball card from 1967 signed
by Babe Ruth. Is that something you all
would be interested in buying?

me: Umm, no, no thank you.

Babe Ruth actually died in 1948--you do the math.
You won't even need a giant chalkboard!


Twisted Fencepost said...

I see no reason why you can't say you got it in a bar fight. And if pressed...
you can make up a really cool story about how whipped some "GUYS" but in the process!!

Natalie said...


Rhonda Langley said...

How do you know he really died??? Maybe he & Elvis are in area 51 in cryogenic sleep but before he went to sleep he signed a card. (From Justin by the way)

Tipper said...

Sounds like some of the conversations around my house! Cute post!

Anonymous said...

Ummm...excuse me! Don't knock the pocket protectors! :p

trisha too said...

nay, nay, marybt--one son knocks the classic PPs, one son embraces . . .