IHOP and Highway Haiku
Okay, I’m back from a week with Jenny and Krissie, and wanted to let y’all know that we didn’t fall into a black abyss or drop dead or something (because that’s what it would take for us to stop writing D&G.) We just had a little break and now we’re back on the horse. We had a great, productive week full of laughter and FOOD (oh my god the FOOD) and hard, hard work on D&G. Here are the relevant stats:
No. of times we ate at IHOP: 3
No. of times we had huge breakthroughs with D&G: 3 (yes, there’s a correlation)
No. of times we went to the crack cocaine of craft stores, Hobby Lobby: 2
No. of times we said, “We need to make another trip to Hobby Lobby”: 1,623
No. of times we said, “I shouldn’t be eating this, but screw it”: Let’s see… 3 people x 3 meals a day plus 2 snacks a day x 7 days, subtract the one time one of us had an apple… 104.
No. of times we laughed so hard we wept: Couldn’t count. I was laughing too hard.
No. of sequels planned for D&G when we got punchy: 2 (Cats & Gods, and Ferrets & Pharoahs. These are the jokes, folks. Try the veal. Tip your waitresses.)
No. of times Jenny politely said, “I’m trying to de-clutter. Would you like to take something home?”: 2
No. of times Jenny said, “You touched it! You’re taking it!”: 147
No. of boxes Jenny is going to have to ship to my house: 3
No. of boxes Krissie shipped: I lost count, but I think Jenny’s hometown post office put her on their Christmas card list.
And to share one of our “laugh until you weep” moments, we were driving home from the hotel where the conference was one night, and I looked up and saw an electric highway sign that read…
Arriving safely
By using seatbelts
Priceless
… and I had no idea what the hell that meant. I thought it was some form of highway haiku. Jenny was stumped for a minute, too, but then she realized it was the punchline from the Mastercard commercials. But it didn’t cycle through a whole bunch of setup. It was just the punchline. So Jenny and I decided we had to figure out a way to break into the control box and put in a different punchline, like, for instance…
And then
The farmer said,
“But I ain’t got a daughter!”
or
So the bartender says,
“I was talking to the duck!”
Okay, it’s possible you had to be there, but that still cracks me up. But the real point is… D&G is going to be freakin’ fabulous. And if we can find a way to fit in a punchline, just a punchline, we’re gonna do it.
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Friends and Laughter. What a combination!
How were the pancakes? I’m on a diet so tell us about the wonderful foods you ate. I hear the salmon and asparagus was a hit.
Glad to see you back. You were missed!
During your blog hiatus I made Abby’s Cinnamon Rolls. They went over well at the office, although I still favor the ones layered with brown sugar between the twists and turns.
or just http://tinyurl.com/2sd2w4 if the comments don’t like pictures.
Thanks for the recipe! I had fun approximating the size of a barbie head with dough that wouldn’t stop growing during the sizing process.
Yay!! You’re back and revived and ready to go. Priceless.
Love the idea of highway haiku
You know, I’ve been searching for the set-up to the farmer’s daughter joke for a long time! Care to share? I wouldn’t mind the duck joke, either.
Payback: (-: Found a good duck joke in the back of Steven Pinker’s new book:
A guy walks into a bar with a duck on his head. The bartender goes, “What’s that?” The duck says, “Well, it started out as a wart . . . .”
Thanks for a very fun post! It sounds like a wonderful time — just read Jenny’s blog, too. God, I’m hungry.
Hobby Lobby is the crack cocaine of craft stores just discovered them when I moved the mid-west I got smart and applied now I get the discount on top of all the deals they have every week. To bad I spend most of my paychecks there, oh well money well spent
thanks guys love to read your posts