Gosh, do I ever have the silliest conversations with M. So ridiculous that I might need to make it a weekly topic.
M: “Just got home from work and V is tearing the house apart. He keeps bringing me things I haven’t seen before. Most of them are your shoes.”
J: “Ha! Wait. What? Where is he getting these shoes from? I don’t have that many shoes.”
M: “Sure you don’t. Ahem. Anyways, he just came out carrying a pink stocking…”
J: “….??? What? That must be yours.”
M: “What? That doesn’t make any sense.”
J: “Well, I know those aren’t my stockings as I don’t have any pink ones, so they must be yours…hahaha… you own pink stockings!”
M: “Your Christmas stocking? You know, the one that’s pink fake fur? That’s what I mean by ‘stocking’.”
J: “Oh. I totally didn’t visualize a Christmas stocking, I was thinking about stocking stockings. Like panty-hose. You know?”
M: “….Way to date your self. Hahahahahahahaha… what are you, 90? No-one calls them stockings anymore!”
J: “What? Ha! TONS of people call them that.”
M: “Sure Mildred.”
J: “Hahahaha… don’t call me that!”
M: “Whatever you say, Gertrude.”
J: “I liked Mildred better.”
And it went on from there. Am I really the only one that calls them stockings? Am I from 1912? Do I have too many shoes?
Tune in next week for more ridiculousness…
xoxo a.m.