
Yesterday I hung out with
I'm going to have to return to trying to declutter my living room now, a heroic feat if I can manage it with Mr Pedia dolefully watching my every move for hints that I'm about to throw out something important. That was supposed to be last weekend's project, but I broke my toe (or possibly toes) and now it's this weekend's project. Because this weekend I can stand up.
ETA: Actual conversation:
Me: Hon, what should I do with this chainsaw I just found in the living room?
Him: May I recommend chopping up someone you don't like?