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While we were in the car yesterday, I was telling Dave about how one of the playgroups Henry and I go to is doing a cookie exchange. I was thinking out loud about what kind to make, eventually settling on my great-grandma's molasses cookies, that way I could make a double batch and have some to give to our friend Mr. L, or to send to my mom, or whatever. Then I said:

me: Or, I know, I can bring some Christmas cookies to your parents' house again.
dave: That is such a good idea. They were a total hit last year. Didn't somebody eat them all? Was it my dad? Or my brother?
me: Ummm... I think it was me.
Dave: OH YEAH! YOU ate them all!

Then he proceeded to whack me on the arm while I sank further and further into my seat, completely and utterly embarrassed, and yet probably destined to do the same thing all over again this year.

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dave: So, I know this is a stupid question, but Thanksgiving is on a Thursday this year, right?
me: Ummmm, yeah, Thursday, just like every other year you've been on this planet.
dave: Go easy on me, I've had a rough time of it lately.
me: *blink blink*
henry: Watch Cars?

It's not the first time he's asked me that either.

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While talking about all the things we'd like to change about our kitchen:

me: I wish you were Tom Silva.
Dave: Me too, 'cause then I'd be rich, living in Massachusetts, and I'd have a great home.
me: Yep...

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Last night at dinner Henry was thumbing through his "My 1st Colors Board Book".

Dave: We should do a whole line of "My 2nd..." board books. No one's thought of that yet.
me: Like what, "This is the color "puce"?"

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I bought Softsoap handsoap in "Pure Cashmere", partly because they were out of SpongeBob Squarepants foaming handwash, and partly because it was the only soap on the shelf that wasn't antibacterial. It smells delicious, like coconuts and beaches and other yummy things. It smells so good that when I was at the store on Tuesday, I noticed they were selling a bodywash in the same scent. So I bought some because I want to smell like the handsoap ALL THE TIME. The first few minutes I used it I was in heaven, but as the minutes passed, so did the smell of coconut. The new scent was somehow familiar. I pondered as I lathered until suddenly it hit me: playdoh. Today, it was the same thing: great first few minutes, followed by the scent of playdoh. I really like the stuff, and the first few minutes are pretty great, but is it worth running the risk of being attacked by a band of rabid pre-schoolers?

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The three of us were wandering around campus this afternoon after Dave finished up for the day. We passed three guys and overheard part of their conversation:

College guy 1: ...so I'm going to be as tactful as I can but I know however I do it she's just going to start crying...
College guy 2: Seriously, try to be as nice as you can because you still need her to drive you to ---.

The third guy reitereated vehemently College Guy 2's take on the situation.

College guys...sheesh.

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me: Their mouths are shaped like that because they eat insects from the surface of the water.
dave: You know, I think you have a little bit of your uncle in you.
me: If I had a little bit of my uncle in me, he'd be skewered on a pin in a display box by now*. Roscoe's mouth makes him look so grumpy.
dave: He's perfect for this family.
me: What do you mean?
dave: He's a grumpy loner.

*My uncle's a biologist who collects insects. "Ewwwww!" has been my official take on his hobby since the age of five.

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Dave: Wait, what are they saying?
me: “Parson Brown”.
Dave: "Parson Brown"...what does that mean?
me: You know, pretend to get married and all that.
Dave: Oh.
me: What did you think they were saying?
Dave: Possum brown.
me: Possum brown? What does that mean?
Dave: I thought they were describing a color...I always thought it was odd the snowman was brown.

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On the way to my parents house:

Dave: Henry, say "turkey"!
Henry: Eeeee!
Dave: Say "turkey"!
Henry: Eeeee!
Dave: Okay, "turk-"!
Henry: Eeeee!
Dave: "Turk-"!
Henry: Eeeee!

On the ride back home:

Dave: I can't decide if it's hailing or not.
me: It's 41 out. That's a pretty interesting temperature in terms of how it affects precipitation.
Dave: Yeah. I can't tell if the hail is melting as it hits the road...
me: They do seem like really big rain drops.
Dave: Well the dog pooped big today.
me: What does that mean?
Dave: Uhhhhh...
me: Oh, you mean she just has to pee, not go for a long walk?
Dave: Yeah.
me: I thought you were referring to her as some kind of weather predictor-dog, like "If Flash poops big, prepare to dig/If she just does a tinkle, it's only going to sprinkle".
Dave: *polite chuckle*...silence

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Have you seen that article on CNN, the one that talks about how one percent of the internet is porn? I asked Dave if he had read it:

me: I can't believe 1% of the web is porn. I'd think it would be a lot more than that.
dave: I know. Personally I would spin that as 99% porn-free.

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Dave: When can we go to Arena Farms?
me: How about Sunday?
Dave: Do you think they'll be doing the caramel apples yet?
me: I don't know. Columbus Day weekend is really early this year. Actually I bet they will be.
Dave: I think I'll just tell myself they won't be so that if they are it'll be like "Oh lovely." You know, because we men always say "oh lovely" when we're pleasantly surprised. God, how come you married me?

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While we were at my parents' house last Saturday, I was talking with my dad about how I was currently between books right now. I mentioned I didn't know what I was going to read next and he suggested "Out of Africa".

Last night Dave and I were reading in bed (okay, I was reading, Dave was obsessing over Sudoku) when the following conversation took place:

me: What's "pedantry" mean?
Dave: Probably a foot doctor.
me: That's a podiatrist.
Dave: Well, it's an old book.

So in case this comes up in Trivial Pursuit, at least up to the year 1937 pedantry was a foot doctor. Hope it wins you a pie piece.

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