The warning: this blog post is So FAR beyond TMI, it's NOT. EVEN. FUNNY. So if you're going to be embarrassed, just skip it. But, if you know me, and my H, then you'll have to appreciate just how totally GBA the whole conversation was... really.
The scene ~
dinner in suburbia, a kitchen table, with a table cloth,
real plates, 3 cups of milk, 2 adult beverages.... and a family of 5.
Topic of conversation ~
Goldfish Crackers.
G (son of 8 years) - did you know they make chocolate Goldfish?
C (daughter of 11 years) - Can we get some?
H (husband of 13 years) - kind of defeats the purpose G, I thought GOLDfish were supposed to be cheesy?
G - No, these are chocolate though.
Me - Well, Cheese and Chocolate, they go together like... like... (in my head I'm thinking of things that don't go together, like "chocolate and orange juice", but before I can get the words out ...)
H - like K & Y.
my. mouth. drops. AND I CRACKED UP. Full belly laughing, H & I are DYING while we try to put ourselves back together.
G - WHAT?!?!
C- Wait! What is KY mom?
Me (through the tears of mirth) - H? Would you like to field that one?
H (without missing a beat) - Kentucky.
And it looked for a minute there like we were becoming SO boring.
