Divisions and Precisions

This weekend

I'm already nostalgic, can you believe it? Heh, I have to share the two exchanges that still crack me up the most, though. Especially since I bet nobody followed the link over to the funny stuff. ;)

Mer, looking for important notes:
Mer: Please God, tell me it's not lost.
Me: And a voice from heaven says, "It's not lost."
Mer: God, unless you know where it is, shut the fuck up.

We teased Eric all weekend about having a "don't fuck with me" face, since the obnoxious waitstaff at the restaurant we went to on Saturday didn't bother him at all. So Sunday, in Applebee's, he demands Julie's notebook (which included all the weekend's quotes), and Mer hands it to him without an argument. Later, we wondered why:

Mer: You just sounded so authoritative.
Me: You must be wearing your "don't fuck me" face.
*pause while I realize what I said*
Me: I mean "don't fuck with me" face!
Mer: That's good. Eric was thinking "I've been wearing the wrong face all this time!"
(I later wondered, "Maybe that's the problem. Maybe I've been wearing the "don't fuck me" face all this time!")

Julie only covered the tip of the iceberg on the whole reproduction discussion we had Sunday morning, too. There was a great deal of discussion of sperm swimming techniques and how girl sperm are smarter than boy sperm. I really did snort Vanilla Coke through my nose at breakfast on Sunday too. I forget why, except I remember that Mer was miming throwing up about something and when I bolted from the table she thought she'd made me throw up. In truth, I was just trying not to get Coke in my scrambled eggs. (Which raises the question, Coke with scrambled eggs? While we managed to bring a TON of food with us, there was a slight lack of planning that meant we had no real breakfast food at all, until going shopping Saturday morning. At a store that had no juice.)

Believe it or not, amidst all the hilarity (and there was a lot of hilarity), we all got an amazing amount of writing done, and had some great discussions on writing. And speaking of writing, I should probably be doing that right now, since I fell asleep on the couch and missed most of my English class tonight. :P

(Oh, and to explain the mood? While I was involuntarily napping on the couch I had a dream that, while lovely, turned things here into Frustration Central. I suppose this puts me into a proper mindset to go write part of the trashy novel.)