Big Daddy and I are currently trying to find a house in the nether-regions of East Tennessee.
We have alot of expectations, having lived in California, where the cost of living is so high that we’ve been relegated to a 2-bedroom apartment for the bulk of the time.
We want room to spread out, but we don’t want to pay a bundle. Not too much to ask, right?
Yesterday, while Googling houses, I found this Southern beaut.
I sent it to Big Daddy (a picture via email, not the house), and this is the exchange that followed:
BD: This one kinda looks like Terra.
Me: Tara? Yes, it does.
(I can’t help it. I’m an English teacher! Big Daddy loves me anyway.)
BD: As God is my witness, I will never go hungry again…..
(and so it begins…)
Me: I don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies!
BD: Let me get you the cake Ms. Scarlet…
Me: Frankly, my dear,…
BD: You win… :0
This is not a competition though.
(He always says that when he’s losing. I love him anyway.)
WARNING: Explicit content forthcoming. Stop reading now if you have delicate sensibilities.
Me: That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
BD: You are right!
(I don’t think this was in GWTW, but I could be wrong. I’m thinking BD got carried away.)
So, I’ve made a decision. I’ve decided to live life, from now on, using a series of quotes from GWTW.
This should last only a few hours or so, so bear with me.