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The Birds, The Bees, The Benefits of Jogging

Now that I'm working, I don't get to spend 10 hour days with Nadine. I miss it. But thankfully, a 10 minute conversation is just as likely to yield incredible quotes. (Here are last week's goodies.)


me:
(in full melodramatic mode) AH! My room is a disaster. Why is it such a mess? And why is my life so chaotic?
her: I don't know. These questions are too deep for me.
me: And why don't the boys want to date me?
her: (without missing a beat) Because your room's a mess.


her: Oh, clothing, why am I not wearing you?



her: I still don't really understand the birds and the bees... I will not teach my children about the birds and the bees, that's for sure.

her: If I’m going through the pain of childbirth, it’s not going to be because of artificial insemination.

her: My children will be toilet trained by the age of...six months.


her: My pants fit better already since I started jogging!
me: Impossible.
her: No, they do.
me: Nadine, you've gone jogging twice.
her: I know.

Comments

  1. (:

    i miss you both. a lot.
    being sick has kept me away from the world for TOO LONG!!!

    LLLAAAAAMMMMMEEEEEE.

    i like the last convo.
    jogging...maybe if i go three times my butt will be in proportion to my body.

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  2. AHA! So true @ "If I'm going through the pain of childbirth, it's not going to be because of artificial insemination."

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