Wednesday, March 18, 2015

So, I'm an Onion. Or an Artichoke

I always love the random text conversations we have around here.  This was from last night, when my husband and our youngest were out birthday shopping for me.

Her:  home in 15 minutes.  what time were you born?

Me:  12:20 a.m.

Her:  Dad says that's not the right time.  lol

Me.  I'm like an onion

Her:  Because you make everybody cry?

Me:  That.  And you just keep finding layers of stuff you DON'T KNOW

Her:  Hahaha this is true

Me:  Mostly the crying tho.

Me:  If I had a nickel for every time I made someone cry, we'd all be so rich...

Her:  Dad says you're more like an artichoke because that's nicer and people like those.

I love that man.


  1. You are definitely not an Ogre! :)

    1. Haha...thanks! I do feel like less of one today ;D

      *pauses* A menopausal ogre...what could be worse? lol

    2. Hahaha! I haven't hit that stage yet, but I think most people would agree that menopause is it's own ogre.

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    1. Right? I'd rather be an artichoke, but it did get us into the whole "artichokes are really just prickly cactus-y things" discussion...