I believe I mentioned...
...my new BFF, Sarah. I adore her and ordinarily we share many of the same views. Ever since I met her I've enjoyed her and her bubbly personality. She usually uses such good judgement and her sense of humor is a whacked as mine. She laughs at my antics and I enjoy that, I really do. It encourages me to push envelopes and I am an envelope pusher from way back.
We drove past The Philly Connection yesterday and I waved insanely at someone I didn't know. He waved back at me from behind the Philly counter, wearing his apron and paper hat. Sarah and I enjoyed that.
Then, after Sarah mentioned how gay it was for a man to wear pink, we saw a guy walking down the street in a pink shirt. I couldn't let that go. I had to warn him, after all, he might visit Montana at some point and what if he were to don his pink shirt there? My ex is in Montana. I thought he was a big ol' cowboy and perhaps he was...but I soon learned that cowboys are actually just rednecks with bigger hats.
So, I shouted to the young man, "PINK? You're wearing a PINK SHIRT? ARE YOU NUTS!" Sarah and I drove away, assured that we had saved that young man from a hideous cowboy bar fight.
Yes, as Sarah says, we are good. All we have to do is position ourselves properly and then we'll be golden.
But this morning, Sarah and I seem to be encountering our very first argument. I didn't even see it coming.
As I sipped my first cup of coffee, I read my email. There was one from Sarah and I eagerly opened it to begin today's email exchange.
Sarah's email contained a tricky little question that seemed innocent enough. She queried, "What's the word?"
Naturally, I responded, "The bird is the word."
Sarah, usually not one to be stuck in the days of disco argued, "No, Grease is the word."
I had been challenged. The fight is on. To Sarah, I present the following evidence that the bird is, indeed, the word:
So...to that I hear:
And I say this...FRANKIE VALLI? And I further testify that:
OK, you guys tell us...what the heck is the word?
...my new BFF, Sarah. I adore her and ordinarily we share many of the same views. Ever since I met her I've enjoyed her and her bubbly personality. She usually uses such good judgement and her sense of humor is a whacked as mine. She laughs at my antics and I enjoy that, I really do. It encourages me to push envelopes and I am an envelope pusher from way back.
We drove past The Philly Connection yesterday and I waved insanely at someone I didn't know. He waved back at me from behind the Philly counter, wearing his apron and paper hat. Sarah and I enjoyed that.
Then, after Sarah mentioned how gay it was for a man to wear pink, we saw a guy walking down the street in a pink shirt. I couldn't let that go. I had to warn him, after all, he might visit Montana at some point and what if he were to don his pink shirt there? My ex is in Montana. I thought he was a big ol' cowboy and perhaps he was...but I soon learned that cowboys are actually just rednecks with bigger hats.
So, I shouted to the young man, "PINK? You're wearing a PINK SHIRT? ARE YOU NUTS!" Sarah and I drove away, assured that we had saved that young man from a hideous cowboy bar fight.
Yes, as Sarah says, we are good. All we have to do is position ourselves properly and then we'll be golden.
But this morning, Sarah and I seem to be encountering our very first argument. I didn't even see it coming.
As I sipped my first cup of coffee, I read my email. There was one from Sarah and I eagerly opened it to begin today's email exchange.
Sarah's email contained a tricky little question that seemed innocent enough. She queried, "What's the word?"
Naturally, I responded, "The bird is the word."
Sarah, usually not one to be stuck in the days of disco argued, "No, Grease is the word."
I had been challenged. The fight is on. To Sarah, I present the following evidence that the bird is, indeed, the word:
So...to that I hear:
And I say this...FRANKIE VALLI? And I further testify that:
OK, you guys tell us...what the heck is the word?
posted by Meg Kelso | 5:53 AM
2 Comments:
I was thinking to myself... what is the word? I do believe that Peter is correct... the Bird is definately the word!
LOLOLOL, yeah dude, the BIRD IS THE WORD! I knew it!
:)
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