Tech Boy asked me for a piece of string.
To which I replied, "What kind? Alpaca, merino, silk, cotton, bamboo, novelty, or a blend. And how thick? Bulky, worsted, dk, sport, fingering, lace or cobweb."
He groaned and mumbled something.
Then rather impatiently "Mom please, I just need a scrap of string nothing fancy about 12 inches long. And before you ask color does not matter either."
For the record, I gave him a bit of Comfy cotton worsted weight in Charcoal gray.
* * * * *
Tech Boy asks, 'What's for dinner?"
Moi, "Fish."
Stonewall to Tech Boy, "So what did you do to piss her off?"
* * * * *
I head to the bathroom to style my out of control brown locks and annouce that I'm going to "fix my head".
Without missing a beat Stonewall quips "Good luck with that, I've been trying for years!"
* * * * *
That's funny.
Posted by: Meg | Friday, May 20, 2011 at 10:40 AM
Sounds like Stonewall likes fish about as much as Number Guy does.
Posted by: trek | Friday, May 20, 2011 at 06:41 PM
It's so much fun being you.
Posted by: Donna | Friday, May 20, 2011 at 07:56 PM