Paul + Jenn

"All these would be turnacated."

-Yes, that was spoken...not mistyped.

This will be an anonymous quote to

protect the adorably inattentive. : )

truncated.

I know you were wondering.

"Were you yelling in my pocket? I thought my stomach was grumbling"

-Paul...after he called me with his hipbone

"I checked my watch and it said it was Cookie Time! Cookie time came early today...no, that's just daylight savings. Actually it's Cookie time savings."

-Paul...talking to himself

Indeed.

"Not like California nerd-boy...like the nerd-boy with food on his shirt."

-Paul, describing himself...?

"I guess I'm not a dancer...because I don't feel free on the dance floor."

-Paul, choreographer of the wall dance, chair dance, and car dance
(named by him).

Don't know what he's talking about. Homeboy's a dancing fool.

Oh dear. I've gone and done it again. I'm back to my old ways. Posting every two weeks and what not.

Well, never fear. Tonight...toNIGHT, I will be posting the answer to the itching question that my last post left squirming in your minds.

With pictures, mind you.

But for now, to tide you over, here is a recent OHIOH:

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"Wendy's cooking oil may help reduce the national debt!"

-the new slogan my husband and I determined

Wendy's should adopt whilst enjoying their fries at

Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International airport

on Saturday night (and no, we didn't fly anywhere,

but that's an entirely different adventure.) Whew.

"Let's buy a fridge."

"I want a house first"

"Baby, we could live in that fridge! It had a pizza drawer...and we could drink water in there...with ice."

-A conversation between my husband and me while browsing appliances

...but not because of what you think. Please!

It's for violence. And stuff.

When my brother, Zach, visited a few weeks ago, he wrote a song on the fly. It's kind of what he does. He writes songs about animals and whatever he sees at the moment (mind you, he also takes MORE time to sit down and write worship songs). It's normally quite hilarious.

This particular weekend was no exception. He began singing about Paul and me. Now, I wasn't able to catch the first verse. But it was so funny, I whipped out my laptop and began to type as he was singing.

Since the first verse probably gives some background to the story, the song may be a little confusing. Or it could just be because my brother is strange. However, please keep in mind as you ready this that it is a FICTIONAL story, and Paul and I were mildly sitting on the couch when it started.

So here it is, a song about two people with the names Paul and Jenn who also happen to be married:

Jenn stabbed Paul

And buried him under the hall

Now Jenn lives alone

In another time zone.

Paul came back to life

Now he’s coming after his wife

He wants her

To make him a cheese and bologna sandwich (sung quickly)

Now they live happily

The girl and her zombie

And that’s the real end of this story

Rest

I wish upon many wishes that you could have heard the tune that goes along with this song. It's peppy and upbeat. It just makes the song!

Maybe Zachy will be kind enough to post the first verse (if he can find it in his copiously curly head). Whaddya say, Zach? Give the people what they want.

Anyhow.

I hope you have enjoyed this weird and morbid song from the peculiar mind of my little brother.

Happy Friday!

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"I wasn't sleeping; I was thinking. You're always interrupting my thoughts! I almost solved everything."

-My husband's response when I tried to wake him for the fortieth time (a common occurrence)

"Why are you're pants so long, short legs?"

-I'm actually not sure which one of us said this.
Although it would make more sense
coming from Paul, I'm just that mean.