And I don’t mean my in-laws.
But Matthew and I DID spend the weekend with his parents at their ranch, and while I was disappointed that there were no spring flowers yet and all plant life was still deader than dead, I managed to snap some fun pictures anyway.
But first, for purposes of your amusement, I recorded several conversations that Matthew and I had on our long car ride on Friday. There’s something about being stuck in a car together for long periods of time that seems to evoke some rather humorous intercourse. And by intercourse, I mean conversation. Don’t be gross.
***I apologize in advance for Matthew’s reference in conversation #3. But I don’t apologize that it made me laugh so hard I cried.***
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
My Weekend with the Wild Things
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Jenni (after passing some people flying kites in a field): Have you ever flown a kite?
Matthew: I have. I had my very own kite when I was a kid. And it wasn’t a cheap plastic one either. It was FABRIC. It was blue, red, yellow, and green, and it had a tail. A long, magnificent tail.
*Long pause*
Jenni: (disdainfully) Well, excuuse me. Mine was plastic.
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Jenni: I think I’m going to get a new swimsuit.
Matthew: Yes, a smaller one!
Jenni: No, a one piece.
Matthew: (look of horror)
Jenni: They’re back in, and very cute.
Matthew: Huh.
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Jenni: I really miss the bologna and cheese sandwich at Subway.
Matthew: They don’t have it anymore?
Jenni: Nope. It used to be on the kid’s menu, but not anymore!
Matthew: It’s probably because people started realizing that bologna is ground up assholes.
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Sigh. That man. I love him though.
Here are some photos from the weekend. And yes, that’s a real life armadillo. I had no idea how cute they are, and now I want one of my very own. Named Mo. Mo the Armadillo.
And now I’ll be super sad when I see one smooshed on the road. Poor, poor Mo.
I could only imagine what was going through his head when I got this close to him. Probably something like this: “omg omg omg omg omg omg I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die…”
This goofy guy’s head was covered in alfalfa. And I didn’t want to mention anything, but his dangly parts are kind of enormous. Just sayin’.
THE END. :)
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