Talking to John the other day about someone who’s having a hard time finding a decent house to buy, I mentioned that all of the houses they’d looked at so far were real melons. “Melons?” “Yeah, melons. You know– the houses so far have been real duds.” “You mean lemons, then?” “Oh. Yeah.” What can [...]
Olympic hockey started the other night and John and I couldn’t be happier. There were, though, some concerns about the rosters: John: Well, we have [Sidney] Crosby, right? Me: No, he’s Canadian. John: Oh. Well, do we have [Martin] Brodeur? Me: No, he’s also Canadian. John: Holy crap, we’re screwed!
Me: [thinking to myself] Hmmm. John: What? Me: I was thinking about the biological imperative to parent. John: *snort* Gosh, you make it sound so warm.