Dinosaurs were here

Dinner conversation reminiscing about our friends' wedding...

Me: Everything was just impeccably timed and the venue was so pretty.

Boo: Yea, it was very pretty.  I think dinosaurs were there.

Me: . . . ?

Boo: I think they found fossils and stuff.  Remember, the displays?

Me: Oh, I thought you meant dinosaurs were actually at the wedding.  Like a brontosaurus was going around saying, "Rawr! Are you friends with the bride or the groom?"

Boo: Or they'd just say, "Don't mind him.  My uncle likes to get drunk and dress as Barney."

The end.

H to the Izzo

My boo is 1) bad at spelling and 2) bad at proofreading his texts, which often leads to: autocorrect (our beloved friend). And sometimes if I'm in the mood, I just go with it.

blurred to protect the innocent

Nobody pulls Bunnie out of her box

In the car going home, discussing how one of our couple friends are like us but opposite.  The husband is organized and follows the rules, like me, and the wife is a free-spirit that is spontaneous, like my boo.

Boo: It's so much easier for the woman to be spontaneous.

Me: So what you're saying is, it's sooo hard being you. {giggle}

Boo: {also laughing} Yes.  You want to put me in a box.

Me: Well, you want to pull me out of my box.  Why do you want to pull me out of my box?  It's my home.

Boo: Why do you want to put me in a box?

Me: Can't we just make a bigger box?

The end.  (Not really, we still have this conversation in different forms.)

Grocery list

Boo: Okay, I'm going to the grocery store.  Do you need me to pick up anything else?

Me: Hmm.  A leprechaun.

Boo: What if they're out?

Me: Then I want a unicorn.

Boo: A pink one, right?

Me: Yes, and make sure it's horn is glittery.

Boo: Well, duh.

The end.

I got punched in the face last night

Setting: Middle of the night, boo and me deep in sleep.  All of a sudden, boo's fist makes contact with my right cheek bone.

Me: OWW!

Boo: (startled) What? What happened?

Me: You punched me.

Boo: Oh, babe, I'm so sorry.  I was dreaming.  Are you okay?

Me: Yea.  Did you have a bad dream?

Boo: No, actually it was a good dream.  I was dunking.

Me: Oh, so I just got stuffed on.

Boo: Heh, heh, heh.  Yea.

The end.