Friday, July 09, 2004

"His breakfast cereal told him to sit on the roof."

Sarah thoroughly cracks me up. I truly wish I had a tape recorder running during each one of our conversations.

Yesterday's conversation included:

Sar- "I'm a bed conniseure (sp?). If I don't get a good nights rest I'm offended ...by the world, mostly."

"FLYING PONYTAIL HOLDERS!!!"

"My measurements are 24-32-18."

"'Bloggit' sounds like a swear word. 'Go blog yourself!'"

"My face has been overcome by boy repelent!" (zits)

"You can come up with the best stuff while stalking your old boyfriend who doesn't like you anymore for 2 hours. Great stuff."

Sus- "I'm not exactly a follow-the-rules sleeper."
Sar- "Ah, slept with a bunch of guys again, Sue?"

(After telling her something that turned out not to be correct:)
Sus- "Oh, you're right. I lied."
Sar- "That's not a new development."

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