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Jun. 19th, 2003 09:12 pmSeriously. Something has to give with this bloody rain we've been having. Yesterday, Magnus was afraid of ducks laughing at him--today, I swear I saw a sea gull fly across the road. This is not normal, folks.
Speaking of things that aren't normal, I laughed myself silly today at something that was not technically funny. While unloading the day's delivery, I opened up a box of sugar snap peas... and they were covered with perfect little black spots. Hmm, I think. Unusual. At first glance, we think we'll just pick out the spotted peas rather than complaining yet again to the wholesale market they came from. My mom and I went through the first box hurriedly, but the second box was much worse, and after a while we stopped looking for spotted peas to remove and started looking for unspotted peas (and finding less than a handfull). This is when we decided to ship them both back. What made me laugh was not the spots by themselves, although they were very odd-looking. What had me wiping tears from my eyes was the fact that these peas had a very.. strange smell to them. After much debate, we realized that indeed, we had in our possession spotted peas that stunk of fish. Yes, you got that right. Our peas smelled of fish. Not dead and rotting fish, and not cooked fish. Just that earthy wet smell of a summer evening by the lake. Fish. Incredible. I keep thinking there must be a story there that would explain how we came to possess twenty pounds of fishy peas, but then again, I'm not sure I want to hear it.
Magnus is talking on the phone to someone in Morehead.. it's so cute! I believe it's the guy who we were being set up with to carpool to the Scandinavian picnic on Saturday. The president of the club was arranging this out of the blue since there's apparently another member in Morehead. This was a bit of a conflict, as we were going to do some shopping if possible before going out there, and it seems to have fallen through now, so it all works out, I guess. It's just funny because the only time he talks on the phone (and seldom, at that) is to his parents, and that's in Swedish. His accent is suddenly so very precise.. it changes super-quick depending on who he's talking to, but natively (as far as his English can be native, and all) it's more British than American, so if there's a British accent within ten miles, his changes. Then he gets self-conscious and is afraid they'll think he's mocking them. *giggle*
Oh, speaking of sweet! My hubby brought me a heart-shaped Altoids tin today! *beam* It says "The LOVE tin" right on the top. I got into Altoids at around the same time I got into tatting--the tins are the perfect size and shape to carry a shuttle or two in your purse. The candy is just a bonus. :) I looked for these heart-shaped ones around Valentine's Day and couldn't find them anywhere. So I'm a happy girl. :)
Speaking of things that aren't normal, I laughed myself silly today at something that was not technically funny. While unloading the day's delivery, I opened up a box of sugar snap peas... and they were covered with perfect little black spots. Hmm, I think. Unusual. At first glance, we think we'll just pick out the spotted peas rather than complaining yet again to the wholesale market they came from. My mom and I went through the first box hurriedly, but the second box was much worse, and after a while we stopped looking for spotted peas to remove and started looking for unspotted peas (and finding less than a handfull). This is when we decided to ship them both back. What made me laugh was not the spots by themselves, although they were very odd-looking. What had me wiping tears from my eyes was the fact that these peas had a very.. strange smell to them. After much debate, we realized that indeed, we had in our possession spotted peas that stunk of fish. Yes, you got that right. Our peas smelled of fish. Not dead and rotting fish, and not cooked fish. Just that earthy wet smell of a summer evening by the lake. Fish. Incredible. I keep thinking there must be a story there that would explain how we came to possess twenty pounds of fishy peas, but then again, I'm not sure I want to hear it.
Magnus is talking on the phone to someone in Morehead.. it's so cute! I believe it's the guy who we were being set up with to carpool to the Scandinavian picnic on Saturday. The president of the club was arranging this out of the blue since there's apparently another member in Morehead. This was a bit of a conflict, as we were going to do some shopping if possible before going out there, and it seems to have fallen through now, so it all works out, I guess. It's just funny because the only time he talks on the phone (and seldom, at that) is to his parents, and that's in Swedish. His accent is suddenly so very precise.. it changes super-quick depending on who he's talking to, but natively (as far as his English can be native, and all) it's more British than American, so if there's a British accent within ten miles, his changes. Then he gets self-conscious and is afraid they'll think he's mocking them. *giggle*
Oh, speaking of sweet! My hubby brought me a heart-shaped Altoids tin today! *beam* It says "The LOVE tin" right on the top. I got into Altoids at around the same time I got into tatting--the tins are the perfect size and shape to carry a shuttle or two in your purse. The candy is just a bonus. :) I looked for these heart-shaped ones around Valentine's Day and couldn't find them anywhere. So I'm a happy girl. :)
