So last night I had just turned out the lights when Sean woke up and started laughing like a hyena. We then had the following conversation.
Sean: "Look at the cute little downlink station!"
Me: "The what?"
Sean: "The downlink station, she's such a cute little downlink station!"
Me: "Mara's a downlink station? What do you mean?"
Sean: "You know, for a satellite. BONEY'S a downlink station, AND an uplink station."
Me: "That's not Boney. Feel her hair."
Sean: "Oh, it's Rena."
Me: "No, it's Mara. Feel her nipples."
Two things about this are hilarious to me... One, of course, that Sean was convinced that the dog was a downlink station. This morning he told me he just KNEW he was making perfect sense. And two, that the easiest way to tell Mara from Rena in the dark is to feel her nipples. But really, it is...
3 comments:
Can't ignore the feeling that I picked the wrong day to start reading your blog. Oofah.
read backwards. maybe boney will entertain you. i don't know, maybe i should just stop blogging. damn you. now i'm all self-concious.
oh geez...i was just pretending to be embarrassed about knowing about all the milking that's going on. blog!
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