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.
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