JiM's Dreams

My secretary had to tell me about her fiance's sperm motility over dinner-break. This is not the kind of conversation I really ever want to have, but certainly not with someone who says "liberry". Yes, I am a pronunciation snob. I'm from the Northeast - so sue me.

The general hilarity of dinner was followed up by this exchange with the Husband on the way home.

H(speaking about the Jewish calendar): So, it's [the year] 5678, then.
J: Um, actually, hon, it's 5768.
H: Well, I'm dyslexic, what do you want from me?
J: For starters, I'd like you to stop praying to "Dog".


We have decided to come home and lay down quietly until this passes.