Entries tagged with "conversations"
Who can take a blanket, sprinkle it with sleeves, price it fifty dollars, then sell it off to me? The Slanket Man can...
posted by srah on May 13, 2008 12:16 PM
Tags: cold, conversations, shopping, skymall
One of my guilty pleasures when I fly is reading the SkyMall catalogue. It's not because there's any actual shopping that I want to do, but more because I'm amazed by the range of things that other people are - apparently - willing to buy. I've always considered the target audience for SkyMall to be "OCD hypochondriacs who are really obsessed with their pets, have more money than they know what to do with and whose children hate them." That said, I really want a Slanket. Frangela say(s) they rock! And they are even more desirable after this recent conversation...
What a hilaaaarious misunderstanding
posted by srah on December 9, 2007 10:37 AM
Tags: conversations, football, university of michigan
Radio: Blah blah blah blah blah Les Miles. me: Could we STOP TALKING ABOUT LES MILES? Les Miles doesn't want to be here. Les Miles rejected us. If Les Miles changed his mind and wanted us all of a sudden, I wouldn't want him. Just give it up already! Stop dwelling on stupid Les Miles and move on! Radio: Blah blah blah Charlie Weis. me: "Charlie Weis should probably eat less!" srahfamily: ... me: Um... I said, "l-e-s-s." But that works, too....
In the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home
posted by srah on November 21, 2007 3:58 PM
Tags: alfie, conversations, nablopomo, nablopomo 2007
A couple of weeks ago I commented on an annoying-slash-hilaaaarious conversational habit of mine. I picked up on another one that my sister and I do while we were grocery shopping today: 1: Where is the [X]? (Or brings up [X] in some other context) 2: You're an [X]! 1: I'll [X] you! Such as: Alfie: Where are the cheese and crackers? me: You're cheese and crackers! Alfie: I'll cheese and crackers you! Then when we went to drive home, Alfie unlocked the car and let me in. I reached over and grabbed the keys off her lap and joked,...
Forget a job - here is my future
posted by srah on January 24, 2005 11:38 PM
Tags: conversations, fashion, hats
(upon seeing the reflection of my beret-clad head in a window as I walk past) srah: My hat has a stem. I'm an acorn! Mr B------: Are you going to grow up to be a mighty oak? (sad, pensive pause) srah: No. *sniff* I think I'm a dud. Mr B------: You're going to be eaten by squirrels!...
