oh, in addition to reading children's books, I've watched Smallville and Mad Men a lot. Mad Men is great!! And yesterday while on a walk, mom and I saw one of the actors!
Last night I played pool. Badly. Each game took about an hour and a half. Most of our cheers for each other were "Nice! That one almost went in!" and "Wow! That was so close!" For a while we pretended we were secretly really good, and were only playing like that because we were going to hustle some people. But no one came to the back room and said "Care to make this interesting?" as we had planned in our heads. One guy came back and said "Who's winning?" right when we were tied. I was trying to think of a way to say "I don't think who's winning is an indicator of skill level" when L knocked a solid into a side pocket and I yelled "I'm winning!"
Later, in the corner, what I had thought was a wasps nest turned out to be a cone of chalk. I covered my hands in it and yelled "L! Look what I found!" then when she asked what it was I yelled "I don't know! Chalk I guess!" I was being careful not to touch anything. Later during my turn, I heard her back in the chalk corner and she suddenly yelled "I don't like it, I don't like it!" When I turned around, there were white handprints on the wall, like Hiroshima, and L looked very unhappy.
Here is my new favorite joke:
A cowboy walks into a bar and orders a whisky. As the barman's pouring it the cowboy looks about him. 'Where is everybody?' he says. 'Gone to the hanging,' says the barman. 'Hanging?' says the cowboy. 'Who they hanging?'
'Brownpaper Pete,' replies the barman.
'Brownpaper Pete? Why do they call him that?'
'Well,' says the barman. 'His hat's made of brown paper, his shirt's made of brown paper, his jacket's made of brown paper and his trousers are made of brown paper.'
'Really?' says the cowboy. 'What they hanging him for?'
'Rustling.'
Last night I played pool. Badly. Each game took about an hour and a half. Most of our cheers for each other were "Nice! That one almost went in!" and "Wow! That was so close!" For a while we pretended we were secretly really good, and were only playing like that because we were going to hustle some people. But no one came to the back room and said "Care to make this interesting?" as we had planned in our heads. One guy came back and said "Who's winning?" right when we were tied. I was trying to think of a way to say "I don't think who's winning is an indicator of skill level" when L knocked a solid into a side pocket and I yelled "I'm winning!"
Later, in the corner, what I had thought was a wasps nest turned out to be a cone of chalk. I covered my hands in it and yelled "L! Look what I found!" then when she asked what it was I yelled "I don't know! Chalk I guess!" I was being careful not to touch anything. Later during my turn, I heard her back in the chalk corner and she suddenly yelled "I don't like it, I don't like it!" When I turned around, there were white handprints on the wall, like Hiroshima, and L looked very unhappy.
Here is my new favorite joke:
A cowboy walks into a bar and orders a whisky. As the barman's pouring it the cowboy looks about him. 'Where is everybody?' he says. 'Gone to the hanging,' says the barman. 'Hanging?' says the cowboy. 'Who they hanging?'
'Brownpaper Pete,' replies the barman.
'Brownpaper Pete? Why do they call him that?'
'Well,' says the barman. 'His hat's made of brown paper, his shirt's made of brown paper, his jacket's made of brown paper and his trousers are made of brown paper.'
'Really?' says the cowboy. 'What they hanging him for?'
'Rustling.'
2 comments:
I can't tell you how many times since reading this post that I reacted to an event/person by thinking, "I don't like it! I don't like it!" and mentally slapping my chalky hands against a wall.
You're right -- I laughed hysterically at this, mainly because I could hear L's voice and see her face regarding the chalking.
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