At nine-thirty tonight, I thought, “Gee, I wish it wasn’t still Gary’s birthday month, I wouldn’t have had to watch Men in Black for the last two hours, especially since I wanted to wax the cheese.”
And then I thought, what if I were called upon to explain my whereabouts? “Well, your honor, I was going to wax my cheese but it was my husband’s birthday month.”
Strange how these things sound normal.
7 responses to “Thoughts Upon Retiring for the Evening”
I dunno. Sounds dirty to me…
I can see that you and Gary live a life of riotous self indulgence.
So is that kind of like when I look into my sink and notice I have all one type of utensil (usually knives) and wonder “If my house and I were buried right now, would future generations digging up my abode wonder why my people only used knives?” I have no idea what I think I’ll be buried in since there isn’t a volcano anywhere near Brentwood.
I’m kinda with magpie on this – sounds dirty. That, or like some kind of alternate expletive my Grandma would use – “Well, wax my cheese!”
Magpie – It sounds dirty to me too now.Hattie – Hey! We make our own cheese! Isn’t that supposed to make me seem eco-friendly and self-sufficient?Amy in StL – The rivers could flood us all and bury us in silt.Mare – Is it the “cheese” that’s dirty or the “wax”?
“Wax my cheese.” *snicker*
Country Girl – I’m a cheese waxer from way back.