conversation; I'm packing, you can tell.

puzzle pieces!

Carey: It's just like a diamond ring, only rusted and iron.
me: Only it's probably not --[actually a ring, but a hardware fitting]
Carey: [trying it on] Oh, it's not a real diamond, but...
garden_goth: It's not a golden retriever, either.

Carey: One of those low-rent lid liners?

Carey: [speculating on the purpose of a fancy pressed glass jar, very small] ...fancy nut jar?
me: It's too small. It would only hold one nut.

Carey: It turns out if you use an inter-continental ballistic missile on a barbarian village you can destroy it completely.

Carey: It can't be a dump without a bedspring.
me: and when you're done it'll be a very clean bespring.
garden_goth: That doesn't make it any better.
me: Yes it does. Wouldn't you rather have a clean bedspring than a dirty one? It's like not changing your sheets.
garden_goth: true.

Carey: I don't care if it feeds birds or squirrels; I can't tell the difference anyway.
me: one of them can fly.
Carey: they both leave nuts and seeds around and make a mess.
garden_goth: They've decided that your cultural dominance does not extend to this bird feeder.

garden_goth: Two bed springs!

---------- And the winner, from climbing instead of work:

[William was about to belay me up a climb called "Sexy Tractor," which he was complaining didn't appear sexy at all. And somehow this continued into garden_goth and I had to explain to him why I would notice a difference in my rib cage if I'd had two kids I didn't notice having had.]

William: You can either go up the climb, or get pregnant. These are your only options.
me: [pause] How about if I go up the climb now, and get pregnant a great deal later on... You don't have to be involved. In fact, you probably won't be.
William: Oh! Are you saying that out of all the guys you might sleep with... [I'm offended]
me: Statistically speaking!

How this led to the accusation that I was going to poison grauwulf I really couldn't adequately explain...