A few weeks ago we were visiting friends at their home near Buffalo, NY. There were some good lines worth sharing during those two days.
For instance, Jay, father of 5, asked his daughter, “Are you ready for dessert?” She responded by patting her lower stomach and saying, “I have room in my basement.”
I’ve gotta remember that line.
My nine-year-old daughter was helping Jay cook scrambled eggs one morning. “Do you like cooking?” he asked her. “Yes. I have to learn how so I can move out of the house.” Suddenly startled by her own words, she added, “That was ridiculous. I don’t know why I said that!”
Good save, Kid!
Jay and his wife, May, were kind enough to make homemade cannolis for our visit. An optional topping was crushed pistachios. May asked everyone if they would like some. Not remembering my husband’s response, and realizing he was no longer in the room, May said to me, “I asked your husband about his nuts…” then she collapsed in a fit of laughter before she could explain that she couldn’t remember whether or not he wanted the pistachios. I assured her that his nuts were just fine, and, no, he didn’t need any more.