Do you prefer
German white wine or Italian red?
Socks and sneakers or bare feet?
Going to a play or to a movie?
Irises or crocusses?
Cola or ginger ale?
Food cooked with butter? or with olive oil?
Salt and pepper or cilantro and chilis?
A cardigan or a lava lava?
Screw tops or corks?
Polite conversation or grunting with hand gestures?
The skytrain or sky diving?
Bubble bath or a bubble butt?
A dollar or a lottery ticket?
A library book or a guy on a bench with a story to tell?
Pigeons or peonies?
Unicorns or earwigs?
Sweet peas or chariots?
Soy sauce or the dentist?
A passing grade or a passing lane?
A compass and a rope or a push at the top of the hill?
An ice axe or a toothpick?
Crampons or capons?
A greeting card or a hug from a gorilla?
Broad band or a magic wand?
A crotch-sniffing dog or a dog-sniffing crotch (that's from the daughter unit)
A chimney full of wombats or Paris Hilton (that one too)
A shovel full of killer bees or an episode of Barney?
Saddam Hussein or an itchy underarm? (that's from the son)
Chafing underwear or Mr Dressup?
Nuclear farts or conventional weapons? (son humour again)
Anthrax or zits?
I'm sorry, this evening's blog has been hijacked by children. I give up.
question: a quiet evening of wasting time in solitude or stimulating repartee with teenagers?
mompoet - I don't have a choice
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