Last night, we sat down to dinner for a pasta dish with mushrooms that I had prepped and JG cooked. It’s one of our favorite meals, so there’s always a silence when we start eating and we’re too occupied to talk.
“This is so good,” I said finally. “These criminis looked really nice when I was chopping them.”
“I know how to pick ‘em,” JG said. (Here it comes, I thought.) “I picked you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, I picked you, and you’re a fungi!” JG hates puns, so I commenced a sort of Pun Victory Dance to myself.
He groaned dramatically and then watched my antics for a few seconds. “Are you really raising the roof?”
“Yeah! Because I’m street!”
“I don’t think they do that on the street.”
“Sure, they do it on the street!” I paused. “Wait, in the street? No, in the hood. I’m sure they do it in the hood!”
“Kiddo,” JG said with a long-suffering expression, “whenever white people started doing it, they stopped doing it in the hood.”
“What about when Asians started doing it?”
“That’s when white people stopped doing it.”
And that’s when I stopped raising the roof and let out a charming, head-thrown-back, ear-splitting laugh. JG rolled his eyes at me, and we returned to dinner conversation as usual.
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I love a good pun (okay, and bad ones) and I totally do little victory, happy dances all the time. Good thing I found a guy who doesn’t mind that I am a complete and utter goofball.
Hahahaha! That is fantastic. Love it!
xox
Ha! That is hilarious and super awesome! You guys crack me up!
Hilarious.
Awesome!
Brilliant! You can’t beat a good pun.
Oh, man, thanks for the laugh!
Haha that is so cute! I love being able to sit and have a good laugh over a yummy dinner, especially with mushrooms – YUM!
I believe JG is right. Raising the roof has gone the way of the Roger Rabbit, shopping cart, lawn mower and running man.
We’ve been watching The Wire on dvd, and it’s really inpsiring. I nearly asked my cell phone guy “who you be frontin?”
Ha! I LOVE this. It reminds me of conversations I have with my hubby.
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