The Fumes, The Fumes

August 15th, 2002 Comments Off on The Fumes, The Fumes

We spent the entire day painting in 100 degree heat, with no fans because the power went out. Which probably explains why this passes for conversation this evening while watching baseball:

J: I want to be at that game.

A: I know you do.

J: Safeco is way better than Fenway.

A: Yeah, it is.

J: No sushi at Fenway.

A: No they don’t, honey.

J: Sox on Fox. Is that like Hop on Pop?

A: Something like that.

J: Look, Brian Daubach. Is he related to Roger Daubach?

A: You mean Roger Staubach.

J: Do you know how Roger Staubach spells relief?

A: Um, huh?

J: Do you know how Roger Staubach spells relief?

A: Um, the same way everyone else does? R-O-L-A-I-D-S?

J: You have no remembrance of that, do you?

A: Of what?

J: Of how Roger Staubach spells relief.

A: Sh, I’m watching the game.

Maybe it’s time for me to start making friends here.

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