We ARE Mature Professionals In Our Early 30's
Golden Boy invited me over for dinner tonight. This afternoon we were on the phone when he brought up the subject of this evening's menu, and he asked, "I took out filet mignon; that's okay with you, right?" I confirmed, and Golden Boy continued, "Great, so I'll make up some of those, Crazy Girl will make broccoli, and I'll make potatoes Ruth's Chris-style."
I then asked, "And what should I make?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "A doody in your pants."
Of course.
I then asked, "And what should I make?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "A doody in your pants."
Of course.
Labels: Anti-Foodie, Crazy Girl, Food Snob, Golden Boy
posted by Green at 3/26/2008 04:15:00 PM
3 Comments:
No matter how old you get, two things will remain true. 1. Older brothers will always be older brothers and 2. Doody will always be funny.
doody IS always funny... unless it's made in one's own pants. Then, not so funny. Not to the doody-maker. Only funny to others who find out about the doody made in one's pants.
And it's fun to say. doody.
As a nurse, I can confidently aver that doody is not always funny. Unless it's someone else dealing with it.
I want an older brother.
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