Rich: Name a Nelly song.
Me: Um, Country Grammar? Air Force Ones?
Rich: Nope
Me: That new one, Porshe?
Rich: Nope, an older one.
Me: Let me look, oh wait…Hot in Here?
Rich: That’s it.
Me: You just had me look that up so you could tell me you were hot?
Rich: Yep
Hey, that title sounds like so
mething out of Schoolhouse Rock. Kind of like Conjunction Junction, what’s your function? Anyway….
Me: Look at this picture of a tidal pool in Chile. It’s called the Turquoise Pool.
Rich: Don’t you mean Chile (chilly)?
Me: I think it’s pronounced Chil-ay.
Rich: The restaurant is not pronounced Chil-ays.
Me: That’s spelled different. Let me Google it……Ha, it’s chil-ay.
Rich: How do you pronounce suck it?
Driving down the road….
Rich: Three quart pies?
Me: Huh?
Rich: Their tag says three quart pies. 3QT PIES
Me: Three CUTIE PIES?
Rich:…………
Me: This is so going on HAH.
Rich: I don’t make fun of you.
Me: Um, yes you do.
Rich: I don’t post it on the interwebz though.
I finally watched an episode of Catfish and a commercial for Buckwild came on.
Rich: I figured that’s the show you’d tape cause thems your relatives.
Me: Pulease. Your family is originally from Kentucky, not Miami. (because Rich was born in Miami)
…………
We were eating dinner out and I mentioned today I’d watched this show called Million Dollar Password.
Me: It was fun, we should try it. You have a word and you give three words so the person can guess the secret word.
Me: Mini
Rich: Cooper
Me: bigger
Rich: Large
Me: Cargo
Rich: Ship
Me: WTF. It was a van. Like mini van or cargo van. Fine, you go.
Rich: This
Me:….
Rich: Is
Me:…..
Rich: Stupid
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The London Olympic Stadium is 53 meters high. This blog had about 580 visitors in 2012. If every visitor were a meter, this blog would be 11 times taller than the Olympic Stadium – not too shabby.
Rich: Here I am waiting on you again.
Me: I’m ready to go, you ain’t waiting on nobody.
Me: Now look what you’ve done. You made me commit bad grammar.
Rich: Did you see that sign for ass.com
Me: WTF is ass.com
Rich: what are you talking about? I said cash.com
Me: Okay I am totally taking that phrase and making it for bad websites. Now when we see a bad one we’ll say it’s ass.com
Rich:…………..
Rich: I see that “Mike” from Breaking Bad found a new home. He’s on Vegas playing a mobster. Far stretch, huh?
Me: He needs to be on a Christmas special. Something where he’s a kind, elderly gentleman that just wants his son to visit for the holidays.
Rich: Yeah right. Did Walter Matthau die or something?
Me: Yeah, like 12 years ago. 
Talking to my friend about a guy she used to date and long story short, here’s part of the conversation.
Mel: I told him, it’s not me you need to worry about, you’re the one who is an infidel.
Me: Um, I don’t think that means what you think it means.
Mel: What does it mean?
Me: An infidel is what terrorists sometimes call others. (I looked it up and it is a word that means “no faith” and is used by more than just one religion)
Mel: Oh, my bad. I’m glad it was you I was talking to.
We were eating at iHop tonight and here is a conversation with our waiter.
Waiter: Can I get you some ketchup or mayonnaise to go with your burger?
Rich: A1 will be fine if you have it.
Waiter: All of them?
Rich: No, A1.
Waiter: Any one?
Hilarity ensued. Although after he got the A1 then Rich wanted mayonnaise after all.
