Monday, August 13

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On the lighter side of things, if you are looking for a crude story for your Monday morning, here you go:

Last night SB and I were making dinner together. Actually, we were running interference for entertianing Bumper and taking turns at trying to assemble a meal.

Because it's too hot to use the oven we opted for a quick stove top meal. No more salads and sandwiches, those took up the last four hundred meals during Oh The Humidity '07* or maybe it just seems like it's been that long.
* if I was a news station, that is what I would call this summer

So, what's easier than spaghetti? Not much. Maybe ice. But ice takes too long and we had bed time routines to enforce.

As I mentioned eons ago, I have a thing for meatballs (see #5 in my "like you didn't already know I'm weird" list).

Yup, I still have a thing for meatballs. I add them to everything that seems meatball worthy. I will eat them any time of day or night. I will eat them in the dark or in the light. I will eat them covered in bread, I will eat them when I'm in bed. I will eat them day or night, if you deny me, I will fight!

Today was no exception to my meatball longings. While SB sauted the peppers and onions, I retrieved my meatball stash from the freezer.

Without hesitation, I started tossing meatballs from the sidelines into the sauce base.

Have I mentioned that SB doesn't really understand my meatball lovefest? He doesn't mind the meatball but he balks at having them offered at every meal (whatever).

Anyhow, after my rain of meatballs, some juvenile adult teasing conversation commenced:

SB: You'd add meatballs to anything

Me: Probably (shrug)


SB: You'd love meatball ice cream


Me: Yes, I probably would (not really thinking about it)


SB: I wonder what meatball ice cream would be called?


Me: (not entirely paying attention) Meatball ice cream?


SB: Ummm... I think it would need something a bit more "Ben & Jerry" sounding...

Me: (blank stare... probably thinking about meatballs)

SB: How about balls deep?


(If you don't know what that means, it's a vulgar sexual term. If you do know what it means, you are naughty, naughty, naughty - and probably a friend of mine).

11 comments:

something blue said...

LOL! Are those chocolate fudge meatballs in your ice cream?

Ben & Jerry's will have to send you a life time supply!

Her Bad Mother said...

Mmmmm. But would you keep them in your purse?

mothergoosemouse said...

Balls deep. I can dig that.

kittenpie said...

Meatballs, huh? And you say I'm dirty. Pfft. (Okay, I need to know - do you go visit IKEA just for the meatballs?)

Kyla said...

*lol* Did you read the last example sentence on the Urban Dictionary page? Hilarity.

SB should be in marketing. Who wouldn't want to eat something called "Balls Deep"? Hahaha!

Although, I would love to go into an ice cream parlor and say, "Excuse me, could you hit me with some of that Balls Deep?" The reactions would be priceless, I think.

Jenny said...

Oh, I'm a friend of yours. Obviously.

nomotherearth said...

Am I still your friend if I didn't know exactly what it meant, but guessed correctly anyways?

Alley Cat said...

I also guessed correctly, but got some pretty entertaining confirmations of my guess after I googled the term.

Heather said...

Forget your friends B&J (thank heavens for the ampersand) go with Kawartha Lakes dairy... doesn't have to be trucked in from the states and Oh. Mah. Gah. is it good.

Sandra said...

You crazy meatball freak.

i had a roommate who was into pigs in a blanket and ate them at every meal. After a night of drinkng she actually did throw some into icecream!

Jenifer said...

HA HA HA HA HA..

If you read my blog, you know I am a 911 dispatcher.... we use that term ALL THE TIME when it is busy!! Heh.