“I don’t think it needs the liquid… I think it needs the skin smashed across it.”
“Then smash the skin across it… I’ll go get the tray…”
And, yet again, my mother and I are able to crack up at our own conversations… it happened many times today…, especially when we kept returning to the blueberry-dyed eggs that ended up looking, as I called them, like they were covered in dinosaur boogers… which, I suppose, is another story for another day.
For now, I leave you with little context, and instead give you our thoughts about a lack of context. ;P
You see, we regularly laugh at our own conversations, my mother and I, not necessarily because the conversation itself is funny – though it sometimes and sometimes often is – but because we consider how it would sound to a passer-by, someone hearing it out of context or without the visual guidance of what is currently in front of us… imagine a person standing on the other side of a doorway, hearing our conversation passively…, or someone on the other end of a phone, overhearing things, but seeing nothing…, and you can imagine how absurd that person must find what he or she hears from a great deal of our conversations.
Just the other day, we were discussing how ‘he wouldn’t necessarily look fat, because it depends on whose hand it is…’
Our topic of discussion is clear as day to just about everyone, right?
Oh, wait… it’s just clear for me. 😛
So, that’s what we do oftentimes with our conversations – we realize how crazy they could and likely would sound out of context… and then we laugh a bunch, because it is totally laugh-worthy. 😛