Driving home from Oakhurst after Mass…
Judy: “We could rent a motorhome to go to Utah. I’m kind of afraid to go to Utah, though.”
Bill (Me): “Why? Are you afraid you might want to move there?”
J: “No. I’m afraid to come home and get a call that Dean had a heart attack in Hawaii. Besides, if we moved to Utah, you would have to become Mormon.”
B (M): “Well, what would I have to become if we moved to Arizona?”
J: “You would have to become a ‘Free Spirited Artist’.”
B (M): “I could do that. I could be a ‘Free Spirited Artist’. I could become a Free Spirited Photographic Artist’… I could be a ‘Phartist’!”
Hahaha…
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J: “The next time somebody asks me what I have learned being married to you I’m just going to say, “I have learned not to be sipping a soda through a straw while having a conversation with him in the car,” and they will ask “Why shouldn’t you sip soda while having a conversation with Bill?” and I will answer “because I’m afraid of what will come out of his mouth.”
B (M): “No you’re not. You’re afraid that what comes out of my mouth will cause your soda to come out of your nose.”
Judging by what happened next, Judy, apparently, has yet to learn that lesson.
Things With Six Strings 