The Hyperbole

I feel like I have good ideas and that these ideas are frequently rejected by Husbandman.  Last week I suggested we see War Horse, because it was nominated for an Oscar.  "The only way you'll get me to War Horse is inside a coffin," replied Husbandman.  Today I suggested we head over to see the Quilt Show.  "Sounds great.  Maybe on the way we can get root canals too," replied Husbandman.

We're going to have to review the whole "support, don't thwart," mantra over here on High Street.
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mm said…
I like Husbandman's wit!!
12:51 PM
Anonymous said…
We are laughing hysterically over here on Donington Dr.
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1:30 PM
Indiana Rock on a California Roll said…
Where was this picture taken??

Too bad I moved away so you don't have a quilt show buddy in the house.
1:42 PM
KC said…
Probably Dan and HM would be best friends. It's too bad they've never met.
6:57 PM
Anonymous said…
Laughing here at Fountain Park.

D/
8:23 PM
StreibProjects said…
That was hysterical! Thanks for the laugh!
9:18 PM
jdoc said…
At least you don't have to wonder what Husbandman really thinks.
12:52 PM
Julie Anna said…
If someone gives me the old "my dead body" or "I'll go in a coffin" line, my response is always, "That can be arranged." :)
2:49 PM
Julie Anna said…
That is, I meant to type, "over my dead body".
2:51 PM
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