// from perfectmadness
December 11th, 2010
Himself: Okay, you win
Me: What did you say?
Himself: You win.
What side are you on - or are you in that weird middle place?
I’m way over on the left, if you were wondering.
// from hman
Himself: Where are you?
Me: I just crossed the street.
Himself: But where are you?
Me: I’m here! Where we’re supposed to meet! Oh, I see you.
Himself:What? I don’t see you.
Me: Oh. That’s not you. Where are YOU? Which corner are you on?
Himself (agitated now): I’m at the south east corner. I thought you saw me.
Me: No, that was someone else with dark hair.
Himself: Where. Are. You.
Me: Huh? No you’re not. I’M at the south east corner! 41st and… Oh wait. I’m on 40th. (hangs up quickly to not hear yelling)
What happens when I clean it:
Himself: Oh! You got a plant!
Me: I’ve always had this plant.
AIRPLANES. SERIOUSLY. They’re metal tubes full of carbon in various states flung through the air on wings that generate “lift” via processes that even aeronautic engineers are at a loss to explain. Don’t even try to tell me that’s not awesome.
// from venndiagrams