Husband and I have come up with some alternative names for the swine flu:
Pancetta Pandemic
Pork Plague
Bacon Bubonic
and my favorite...
Fatback Fever
And from last night, this conversation:
Husband: Why are you so mean* to me?
Me: I was sent by the Lord to test you. Jesus told me so. In an Eggo.
Husband: Yeah, well he told me to tell you to knock it off.... an Eggo? Really?
Me: It was all I could come up with.
Mean = telling him to shush so as not to wake the rustling baby with his full-volume description of an ESPN commercial.
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Fatback Fever. Priceless..
This made me literally laugh out loud. I am now looking for divine intervention in waffles- this morning Jesus told me not to study for my finals.
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