Twilight Zone?!?

It seems that things at the Farmer House are always just left of center.  Shiloh and I are perfectly normal people when we are apart, and completely normal things happen to the both of us when we are separated.  But put us together and its mass chaos; full of hearty belly laughs.

For example, last night Shiloh was watching Lonesome Dove - totally normal (well - okay debatable).  I bring dinner into the living room, and we decide to change the channel.  For a VERY brief moment we stop on Cisco - the garden dude, and this is what he says as he is blathering on...

"You know what the definition of a deer is??  A 200 pound slut."  No.  I am not kidding.  So, Shiloh and I start laughing, because the statement is soooo bizarre.  Then, of course, I pipe up through the laughter and say, "Deers weigh waaaaaaay more than 200 pounds." Which sends Shiloh into new fits of giggles, and eventually he chokes out... "the weight wasn't the weird part Andrea... Seriously...  No way man, that slut is at least 250." 

Finally, we compose ourselves and switch the channel.  Next up a promo for a show about "little people" (I don't know what the pc preference is these days) called Pit Boss.  Looks like a show about little people gangsters complete with cigars as big as their arms, and fedoras, and pin stripe suits. Then the voice over says, "All new Pit Boss on .... the Animal Planet."  To which I reply - why is a show about little people on the Animal Planet.  New fits of giggles.  It took us a good 15 minutes to get to our dinner.  Good thing the enchiladas were extra hot last night.

May your day be filled with odd comments and unguarded moments.

Andrea