With our brew-ha of children and the hubby working evenings, we really don’t get the chance to hold many adult conversations. I’m thinking we may be out of practice.

Actual conversations held today with the hubby, first on our way to church.

him: So what’s new?
me: Had the strangest dream last night.
him: Soooo?
me: Well I was frying up tons (like 10lbs) of hamburger, but not all the way - it was still very bloody in parts. Then I stuffed in my bra? Went somewhere, but I can’t remember where. Came home took the hamburger out and fried it the rest of the way. Nicole came into the kitchen and asked what I was doing and I made her put some burger in her bra.
me: So what do you think it means?
him: Your not having enough sex with your husband.
me: No really, what do you think it means?
me: Maybe it’s because I ate a hot dog yesterday. You know there are funny chemicals and stuff in the wieners.
him: Yea, I had a strange dream yesterday too.
him: My pants kept filling up with processed cheese.
me: Hmm, maybe we need more nachos or tacos in our diet.

Then on the way home from church:

him: There is a couples retreat I would like to go to in December. Would you do something like that?
me: Sure.
me: Hey there is a retreat I would love to go to in February, it’s called spa.
him: Does it have something to do with wool?
me: Yeah, how’d you guess?
me: Actually it woolly stuff plus, you know spa treatments.
me: You spin and can get a back rub, or knit and get a manicure, but I don’t think you do both at the same time. It’s like the best of both worlds.
him: Yeah, but mine is real.
me: Hey so is mine!

But clearly we were ment to be :-)

Posted in Spew on Nov 12th, 2006