"Blog about that!" for the last week in January 2006

So Tuesday night the girls got together for dinner (the "girls" from my former book club-turned-dinner club). I didn't get to go because J was on deadline and couldn't be home in time for me to join them. After a delicious late supper of delicate Tilapia over a bed of broccoli and rice, we had this conversation:

me: Well, I would have enjoyed going out to dinner with the girls, but this was a really great dinner. I'll have to make it again.

J: I'm sorry you couldn't go. Do you want me to act like a girl?

me: No. I want you to be a man. *wink*

J: You want me to drink beer?

me: You know what I mean. *wink wink*

J: You want me to fart at the dinner table? Or make fart noises with my armpits?

Yeah, I'm a sucker for jokes about bodily functions.