Monday, October 29, 2007

Of course you are.

So the other day, while on the phone I asked "So what are you doing?"

His reply "Building a perpetual motion machine."

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Fly power

So yesterday we are cuddling in bed, and this is what comes out of his mouth... "You know the one thing I really want to do before I die." I assume something exotic or death defying. But I would be wrong.

This is what he says "I want to harness the power of flies by affixing their bodies to paper aeroplanes."

Wow, dream small, babe!

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Empathy for Van Gogh's girlfriend.

Often, to show he is thinking about me during his long work day, he will snap a pic or two things he wants to share with me

I am used to opening my email and finding a few pics of sights from the city he works in. In fact, not to long ago he was working in a nice hotel so snapped a pic of one of my favourite flowers (awwww, how sweat eh?) but nothing would prepare me for this pic a few days later.
Yep, thats a dead rat! Ummm errrr.... gee thanks?
Ok, granted, its not an ear in the mail, but still a bit gross, giggle.

Animal Envy....

So after a very long day at work he called me and we were chatting. He says "Wow, what I could use right now, more than ANYTHING" (yes, at this point I'm thinking food or sex, but nope... he says) "is a great back scratch."

I reply "Well I'm sorry I'm so far away, I cant really help you with that."

I expected him to say "Oh its ok." but instead... this is what I got.
"Sometimes I'm really jealous of cows. They have those lines of nails they get to walk under."

Yep! Animal envy has to be a case for insanity.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Well that has to be proof!

A few weeks ago I pulled a little prank on him which caused a bit of temporary confusion and at the height this confusion I *might* have implied he was losing his mind just a bit. After he caught on to the prank and realised I had just been pulling his leg... he started to sing a song he made up. In a sing song voice for numerous blocks he sang his little ditty. The lyrics went something like this, "I'm not insane, I'm not insane, la la - de la da, I'm not insane." The song was a familiar tune... perhaps Homer Simpson singing "I am so Smart."

In a very serious voice I asked "How can you be so sure you aren't insane?" hoping to just put a wee bit of doubt in his mind.

With total confidence (and completely deadpan) he replies "Because I have a song."

Who can argue with that logic?

He says... she says....

So while he regaling me with interesting tales of his everyday life, he blurts out "I should have a blog."

I say... "Yes. Of course you should. So why don't you?"

"Oh, its not my sort of thing."

Um... ok.

*since it's "not his sort of thing", and (as he clearly knows) it is MY sort of thing and instead of being insulted by his clear lack of interest in all things blogging I will present MY version... which may or may not just be a tangible list of proof of why I believe he is truly insane.