Oh How Lucky I Am

So, I have the best husband in the world.  You other ladies might think you do, but you don't. Sorry, but it's the truth.  


I was just looking through some old Pooh-isms this morning as I contributed more gems from the weekend and just found myself laughing like a crazy person all by myself on my couch.  That's how awesome Pooh is. 
And because I love all you lovely people, I want to share.  But not too much; I've built up an immunity.  Too much exposure to the Pooh-isms might make you strain something.

Steven: Do you think I look like an old man?

Me: Why? Did someone say something?

Steven: My subconscious. It's making fun of me again.

(Steven pushing down on my shoulders to make me appear shorter than him)

Steven: There, that's more like it.

Me: If you wanted to be taller than your wife, you should've thought of that when you had your growth-spurt.

Steven: Huh! Well! Next growth-spurt I'll be sure to remember that.

Steven: Don't argue with me.

Me: I didn't say anything.

Steven: You argued with your eyes.

(I raise my eyebrow)

Steven: Don't you use that condescending tone with me!

Pooh: You can't write that.

Me: Why not?

Pooh: Because I didn't say it, and it's inappropriate.

Let's Fix This, Shall We?

So, there's no fun here. Other than the owl (ain't he cute?), and that's just unacceptable. However, I've been sick and so nothing's really exciting in my life other than the renewed ability to breathe. So.

Here's a couple Pooh-isms as consolation.

(Here's a throw-back to when we were dating...)

Me: Do you have twin cousins or brothers here?
Pooh: Here in life? Or here at byu?
Me: Let's go with both
Pooh: I have some cousins that are twins but they, both sets, are on missions. Why do you ask?
Me: I was just in line behind two twins who looked ALOT like you. Had they been taller I might've thought they WERE you
Pooh: Oh no, they aren't twins they are clones. We haven't been able to fix the height issue.
Me: You know there's an amino acid for that...
Pooh: Yeah the problem is getting it to join to the protein and fold into the alpha amyloid instead of the beta.
Me: I'm sure you'll be able to work it out. Maybe mess around with the codon a bit
Pooh: I don't think I'll work on it anymore. I'm afraid of being attacked by a small clone army.
Me: And what reason would they have for attacking, oh Awesome one?
Pooh: Envy
Me: Don't take this the wrong way, but I just laughed for like, two minutes.
       I mean, why didn't I think of that...?
Pooh: It seemed pretty obvious to me
Me: Ok but besides the height what do they not have? Being your clones and all...
Pooh: The earlier clones didn't have limbs the latter ones just don't have height
Me: So you're saying the latter ones are likely to throw the former at you? I can see that being hazardous

Bai: What would get you to stop talking?

Pooh: If I had a puppet it wouldn't be me talking...