Squashed

To say my husband and I have some some punny conversations is an understatement. We had one the other day I felt deserved to be memorialized here. To explain he often calls me Zucchini so I have started calling him Butternut - two different squashes that aren't as boring as the age old pumpkin most often used...

Me: (calling from my cell phone to let him know I was in the parking lot at the school to pick him up) "There's a Zucchinni out here waiting for a Butternut."
Him: (Laughing) okay, I'll be right out. Oh, I did delete that email you sent me so you'll have to resend it."
Me: "Hrmph! I'm squashed!"

Okay, can we groan in unison.....

Then on the way home we were discussing me maybe needing a new battery for my car and I said I hate to go to car places because they talk down to me. He replied, "But you're so short just about everyone has to talk down to you."

No, I did not hit him, but only because I was driving.

Have a safe weekend and remember to fall back...at least turn your clocks back an hour.