During the workday a very dear friend (who happens to also be a coworker) and I have great conversation as we go about our days of ridding the world of all injustices, one internal customer at a time. We talk about everything under the sun. Humor is always involved, and we usually learn a few things along the way too.
Sharing an excerpt of todays conversation, you might like dill pickles and want to try these!
T: uh, no and want!
B:: Quite tasty, at least the dill spears, haven't tried the other. And the bonus is that the jars are actually really pretty. I kept mine out on the counter for a bit before I actually got into them and had to refrigerate.
T: I rather like the packaging myself, it's very quaint
B: Those are carrots and red bell peppers at the bottom. Possibly the picked peppers that Peter Piper picked. (Yes, had to go there.)
B: dang it, pickLed
B: Can't even type out a dang nursery rhyme correctly.
T: did he really pick a peck of pickled peppers? how much is in a peck?
B: I could have told you that at one point in my life. Things have decayed since.
T: A peck equals 8 dry quarts. A bushel is 8 dry gallons (4pecks).
T: thank you google
T: he did some serious pickin of pecks there
B: So did I, back in the day. Although I was doing something else entirely.
T: mmm hmmm
T: you know, curds and whey is really just cottage cheese
T: but I guess little miss muffet sat on her tuffet eating her cottage cheese sort of takes away from it all
T: but they could have said along came a spider who sat down beside her to give her a little squeeze, I'm just sayin
See you soon,
PS Dill pickles could be eaten for breakfast at Tiffanys. So could curds and whey, but I prefer watermelon!