Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Husbands Do the Derndest Things


Fidel and I were sitting and eating dinner tonight; part of our conversation went something like this:

"So what time did you get up today?"

"Late-ish, but I wasn't really sleeping."

"You certainly sounded like you were really sleeping when I said good-bye - all I got was a deep sleep UGGH!"

"Really - cause I wasn't sleeping. Oh by the way, you should have heard yourself last night."

"Snoring?"

"No, you asked me if I could hear the turnips."

"What !!!! ??? Really.. giggle."

"Yeah, I'm going to have to call you 'Speaks to Turnips' of the 'Hellarewe' tribe of Van Nuys . Get you a new GMail account - 'Speak2Turnips'."

"Thats just stupid !! So was I speaking white or yellow turnip ?"

"*Gasp* Are you being racist ?"

"No, I just want to know what dialect I speak."

Anyhow - Fidel has "graciously" created a new Gmail account for me - Speaks2Turnips@gmail.com. Like what am I going to use another e-mail account for?

Maybe this blog should be called "Another Day in the Turnip Patch". Golly, sounds like I fell off the turnip wagon, or something.

"Neep"

Beets and Turnips Rag

5 comments:

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Ooooookay, I see things are even weirder than normal so I'll just leave quietly but before I go, you should know that an award awaits you at my blog. Perhaps this will help keep you from more turnip sniffing.

Olga, the Traveling Bra said...

Knock knock
Who's there?
Turnip
Turnip who?
Turnip the music and let's DANCE!!!

Olga, the Traveling Bra said...

Knock knock
Who's there?
Turnip
Turnip who?
Turnip the music and let's DANCE!!!

MedStudentWife said...

You both are toooo funny. (The turnips told me to tell you that)

DrowseyMonkey said...

lol...yes they are funny. And so are you...you weird turnip person you.