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."
"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.
Beets and Turnips Rag