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Thursday, June 12th, 2008
nnnNAR! My wife's going to Hell (aka Crackel Barrel)
Explanation for the title of this blog...
Last night in bed, Nickie was shaking and jerking a bit as her brain was fighting sleep. She ended this little dance with a semi-conscious utterance of "nnnNAR!" She has no idea why she said that or what she might have been trying to say, but it cracked me up and I've been saying "NAR!" all day long.
Nickie was on her way to meet a friend for lunch a bit ago and about 4 minutes after she left the house, she called me and informed me she was going to Hell. "Um...can I ask why?", I asked. She said "I was waiting at a light and when we got the green arrow, the cars in front of me weren't moving, so I honked my horn. Then I saw the funeral procession crossing..." NAR! Classic.
Last night after camp, we went to Cracker Barrel with some "friends" (real friends don't let their friends eat Cracker Barrel food). Nickie said to our chatty friend, Amy "Less talking, more Crackel Barrel!" I said "Wait, where are we going?" She answered "Crackel Barrel!" I told her it was Cracker Barrel, and she argued that it was Crackel Barrel until we arrived at the restaurant. NAR!
She's going to kill me when she reads this. But these are just several reasons I love my wife. I had to share this stuff. NAR!
nnnNAR! My wife's going to Hell (aka Crackel Barrel)
Explanation for the title of this blog...
Last night in bed, Nickie was shaking and jerking a bit as her brain was fighting sleep. She ended this little dance with a semi-conscious utterance of "nnnNAR!" She has no idea why she said that or what she might have been trying to say, but it cracked me up and I've been saying "NAR!" all day long.
Nickie was on her way to meet a friend for lunch a bit ago and about 4 minutes after she left the house, she called me and informed me she was going to Hell. "Um...can I ask why?", I asked. She said "I was waiting at a light and when we got the green arrow, the cars in front of me weren't moving, so I honked my horn. Then I saw the funeral procession crossing..." NAR! Classic.
Last night after camp, we went to Cracker Barrel with some "friends" (real friends don't let their friends eat Cracker Barrel food). Nickie said to our chatty friend, Amy "Less talking, more Crackel Barrel!" I said "Wait, where are we going?" She answered "Crackel Barrel!" I told her it was Cracker Barrel, and she argued that it was Crackel Barrel until we arrived at the restaurant. NAR!
She's going to kill me when she reads this. But these are just several reasons I love my wife. I had to share this stuff. NAR!
The best thing she ever said I will never forget. One night she arbitrarily shouted out, "IT MAKES ME SO MAD BECAUSE THE BABY IS A HUMAN BEING, NOT A DOG!"