Lunchtime reflections

Have you ever gotten stuck talking to an idiot? What can you do? I have a favorite pin that says "I'd be nicer if you'd be smarter", but then you have to point out the pin, and that can lead to questions, etc.

Instead, try this quote from the Acts of Gord:

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I subscribe to the theory of intellectual osmosis. As such, I must now cease our conversation and move away from you before my intelligence begins to drop. Good day."

My Tuba is broken...

...and I have to delay my pepto-bismol project.

'Nough said

A poll

I have a quick question:

At what point in your relationships do you customarily find yourselves talking about "life" subjects? I'm talking about houses, kids, serious talks about beliefs and such? I'm just curious, because I've found myself talking about those things lately, and have been confusing myself with over analysis.

Family

I met Grizz' family over the weekend. They were all very nice (and no, I'm not just saying that because they are computer literate and I believe that I am the 1 in a million chance that they will accidentally stumble across this page and know I am talking abotu them). They were legitimately a nice family. Of course, I was a wreck, but hid it well. His sister is an absolute sweetie, very funny and nice. His brother-in-law is slightly insane, but in that good was that runs amuck in my group of friends, so we got along well. They have an adorable dog, whom I bribed with a piece of steak, and a gorgeous house that I am very jealous of.

That was Friday. I met ZMom and re-met ZDad (so as to not confuse with my unbelievably wonderful parents - again with the insurance in case they see this) on Saturday. ZDad is quiet, but I suspect a dry sense of humor lurks under there, and ZMom is your typical mom: sweet, likes to cook, and loves her family.

So, unless I am completely off base, I survived.