It’s a mindless kind of day. Sunday. Snowing outside. Mindless pursuits inside. I look for my knitting. There’s only one ball of yarn. There should be two.
Kelly: “Where’s the other yarn?”
Doug: “What?”
Kelly: “I said “where’s the other yarn?” There should be two.”
Doug: (pause) “I thought you said “where’s the other neuron?”
Kelly: “No. Why would I say that?”
Doug: “Hmm…. I thought you were being critical.”
May your Sunday be mindless, too……
I definitely relate to this: my husband (when he was alive) and I frequently had insane exchanges like yours, and we spent nearly all of our life together falling about. 🙂
this made me smile… we’re so doing the very same! Had to show it to my other half, I think he was amused
Lol! Missing neurons might account for missing yarn!
So funny! I thought you were going to say something about that other yarn being yesterday and it’s already a hat and he’d been gifted it that morning! Even funnier that he thought you said what he did!
*what he said’! (not what he did)