Then there’s me over here, “I guess tree names were poplar. “
It made me pine for the woods.
Me: "That's what moth balls are made of."
GF: "Really? Is that why they hate them?"
Me: "No, it's actually because they're so modest."
GF: Gives me puzzled look
Me: "They don't want you to cedar balls."
"Cedar, that's what I'm talking about. Its not oak-ee doke to take credit for what wood be my joke. Every bodhi has to create their own." I told her. Didn't mean to chop her down like that in hindsight. I hope she still pines after me.
It has the biggest trunk I've ever seen.
( http://inhabitat.com/the-unusual-cedar-rocket-is-the-fastest-all-electric-log-car-in-the-world/ )
I was showing my dad some pictures from my trip to Europe. He saw a picture of a rock covered with moss and said, "I'm lichen that!"
For Christmas dinner we were having ham. The plate of carved ham was between my dad and I. Someone asked where the plate went. My dad says,"We're hoggin' it."
There was a store in my home town called carols cedar cellar. It was damaged in a flood and they knocked the building down exposing the basement. We drive by and my dad says,"Now you can cedar cellar."
I have so much to learn.
There's a Russian fellow that lives in Beaver. His name is Urin Pavlovic. Today he was headed north and I was behind him. He started driving slow and erratic. Now I'll have to talk to my doctor. I had a problem passing Urin.
"Someone asked me to see a patient with the last name Jew, and I asked the room number, and they didn't know, they said I could just look up her last name...and I said, 'Do you have any idea how many Jews there are at Cedars-Sinai?'"