Saturday, November 8, 2008
I call her ButterBall!
... Not because she resembles one in any way! In fact she is quite cute and cuddly.
I call her ButterBall because she is a little Turkey!
Like yesterday when she stole the other half of my cookie! (I really wish that I had gotten a picture of her with the cookie in her paws, but I was too frustrated with the little turkey.)
So without further ado, I give you the conversation that Whit and I had last night.
Jenn: Hey Honey, I think I have a ButterBall pressed against my leg.
Whit: Well go put it back in the freezer. It will go bad in this bed with us.
Jenn: Yeah, maybe I should go put it back.
Whit: Please do, I don't want to wake up to the smell of Funky Turkey!
Jenn: (laughing) You said that and my mind went straight to that really bad dance called the Funky Chicken!
Whit: Well I don't want to smell any of that either.
Jenn: What exactly does bad dancing smell like?
Whit: Hair spray and spandex!
Jenn: (laughing uncontrollably) I have to remember this conversation!
Whit: Are you going to blog it?
Yeah, we are total freaks! This conversation is not even close to our normal goofyness!
We ended the night with.
Jenn: Goodnight goofball, I love you more than most!
Whit: Goodnight Foosball, I still love you more!
Yeah, he called me Foosball.