One of the dumber conversations I've had in recent memory after a talky me was "affectionately" told to go in the other room to go talk to myself about something that had me fired up so that I could leave someone alone so he could sleep in some peace and quiet.
Self: Ya know, I had just stopped thinking about that. Thanks for pouring gasoline on a wound...[realizing that is not the expression] ...and lighting a match to it [going for the recovery]...and pouring salt on top.
Mike: Uh, okay but I'm not sure what pouring gas on a wound would exactly do...
Self: Well, it would definitely HURT, that is for sure...
M: But...
Self: And THEN...being on fire? Hello? Also painful...
M: Oh...Kay. But 'salt on the wound' is the...
Self: And THEN after being on fire adding SALT!...You know, to put out the fire? And that would sting!
M: Salt doesn't put out fires by the way. Anyway, you'll excuse me while I go pour some more gasoline on the wound...
Self: Salt does TOO put out fires. You know what? I'm going to make this expression stick, just you watch.
...still trying to decipher which is worse - gasoline on a wound, salt on a wound, or a conversation more complicated than those I have with my HUSBAND lately, that took place between you and...yourself.
*pondering*
Posted by: Hill | June 28, 2006 at 08:12 PM
Hill, that was b/n me and Mike("M")...I'm not THAT strange.
Posted by: Jen | June 28, 2006 at 08:18 PM
LOL. I thought the same as Hill the first read through.. hehe.
I am going to try your saying at the first opportunity and see what kinda response I get.
Perhaps you should add it to Wikipedia - for extra staying power.
Posted by: marnie | June 28, 2006 at 08:36 PM
I tried so very hard to pay attention to this post, but you'll excuse me if I'm not just a little bit distracted wondering WHERE THE HELL ARE THE GAP CLOTHES. I mean, really...you shouldn't post something like that without resolution. Did you find them? Did you not? Have you resigned yourself? I've been pacing my OWN HOME looking for the phantom bag...
Not to pour gasoline on the wound or anything.
Posted by: Rocky | June 28, 2006 at 09:10 PM
That whole process just sounds f-in painful.
And hey, maybe instead of salt you meant baking soda? I think that puts out grease fires. maybe if it was a greasy wound?
Posted by: Nancy | June 28, 2006 at 09:24 PM
There is a reason I heart you and this is IT. I argue with my husband like that.
Posted by: Virenda | June 28, 2006 at 10:10 PM
Nothing worse than beating your head against a dead horse...
Posted by: roo | June 29, 2006 at 12:52 AM