Quote of the Day

My husband: "You cooked. I'll clean up."

(cleaning up noises)

"This used to hold a grasshopper. Can I put food in it?"

Comments

Anonymous said…
Best. Quote. Ever. I think I may use it in daily life.

"What should we do today?"

"This used to hold a grasshopper. Can I put food in it?"

See? It totally works.
December 1, 2010 at 3:44 PM
Nicole said…
So? Can you put food in it?
December 1, 2010 at 4:03 PM
Pam said…
I never hear "You cooked. I'll clean up." Is that a foreign language or something?
I've heard grasshopper is the new chicken.
December 2, 2010 at 7:28 AM
Pamela said…
That is why I often kill myself to just do everything myself. Sometimes it's just better that way.
December 2, 2010 at 9:56 AM
Magpie said…
What kind of grasshopper?
December 6, 2010 at 10:49 AM
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