Friday, November 23, 2007

No babies were harmed in the writing of this post.

Conversations from today's lunch with my girls at the (ick) Olive Garden in lovely Duluth, MN:

"So, I told her I got a balloon for her son, and she got all freaked out."

"Why is that?"


"And I said, balloons don't kill babies, babies kill babies."

"How did that go over?"

"Not too well, but I thought it was funny."


"Oh gross. There's a hair in my pasta."

"Ick. I ordered the same thing. Do you think I have hair in mine too?"

"No. No hair. Maybe feces, but no hair."


I ate too much yesterday, and it turns out I drank too little.

Happy "black Friday", my little helium-filled happy-face balloons.


-R- said...

I did not know that balloons had a vendetta against babies. Good to know.

Amaya said...

"babies kill babies"... still laughing.

nancypearlwannabe said...

Wow, balloons kill babies? That's a new one.

Nature Girl said...

I'd have liked to be a fly on the wall for the rest of the converstation...LOL

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

We've gone from babies having babies to babies killin' babies. We have failed as a species.

Nocturnal said...

Heh, that's a good one. Have to remember that.


Distributorcap said...

i dont know if one wants to admit they ate at the Olive Garden

Fran said...

Babies kill balloons if you ask me.

That is why I never had one.

(i hope my dark humor never offends... it seems this blog o' yours would one of the better spots for it.)

Landis said...

that was YOU at the olive garden last night? god i wish i'd known, i could have used some help with my never-ending-soup-and-pasta-bowl.

Mommy Lisa said...

I thought balloons killed squirrels? Or is that bubblegum?

Stefanie said...

The Olive Garden? I may not be up on the culinary options in Duluth, but isn't there at least still a Pizza Luce there? In any case, sounds like the company was at least better than the food.

Whiskeymarie said...

I should emphasize here that the Olive Garden was, is, would never in the history of food EVER be my choice.
I fucking HATE the O.G.


But my lady friends love it, and I love them so there you go.
The things I'll do for those broads.