Tonight, I come home from work to this.
Me: "Hmmmm, that smells good. What's cooking?"
Terrance: "Chicken Mirabella, green beans and brown rice."
Me: (Walking over to look over at the stove) "Are those peas mixed in with the rice?"
Terrance: "Yep."
Me: "Are those your ball icing peas?"
Terrance: "They sure are."
Me: " I told you I am not eating your ball icing peas."
Terrance: "Dawn, it isn't as if you've never had anything ball or ball related in your mouth before...why should these peas be off limits?"
Touche', friend, Touche'.
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Well, he's got you there. But still, he couldn't use a FRESH bag of peas? If anything, they would be freezer burned from being thawed and refrozen, right?
Yeah, he's got a point. But still... ewwww.
I'm really gonna have to make a point of not reading your blog until after I've had a cup of coffee. Good Lord. Sounds like something my hubby would say.
Contrary, you took the words right out of my mouth!
nobody's gonna take the lay up? nobody?
[*sigh*]
Fine, I will...
So,was the frank over the peas or the peas over the frank?
Score! Congrats to Terrance on getting the last laugh.
Ha ha!
Terrance may be a genius.
I wandered over from One Good Thing, and your blog is hilarious!
Good lord! I may never eat peas again.
And I couldn't find 'ball-icing' or 'ball-related' in the dictionary.
I can't say anything but hee!!! That was funny. It's good to know that he can keep up with your wit...for awhile I was worried about him-he seems to have bounced back from his "special surgery"!
I'd still eat pea after my husband has used the frozen packet to ice his balls because you boil the crap out of the peas to cook them and he's your better half, right?!
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