Conversations in my house ....

.... Or why da Missus and I should stop talking.

First let me describe the scene. I am watching baseball on TV and, like every guy, channel surfing during commercials. Remote controls are the tool that can make anyone A.D.D. da Missus is sitting at her computer typing away. (I think she may have been cybering my boss @ work with e-mails, but we will get into that later). I stumble across the Miss America (or some kind of pageant). They are down to the top five.

Me: Damn!!!!!

da Missus: What????

Me: I hate to be a pig, but you ought to see the tits on Miss Kentucky. I mean......DAMN.

.........Back to baseball game..........

.........Flip back to pageant for finals........

Announcer: And the First runner up is Miss (Insert whoever got 1st runner up) .....Miss Kentucky is the new Miss America.


Me: Huh..........The tits won

da Missus: DUH!!!!!!!!