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Me and Matt were invited to a barbie-que (I like to keep you on your toes with my spelling). Now any other couple might have thrown together some peperoniitialiandressingpastasalad but me and Matt....we were determined to impress. So we both deemed homemade sweet potatoe fries and fry sauce as sufficient for our buds of taste.
Matt was in the kitchen chopping sweet potatoes when this little diddy went down.
Sir Matt: "Sweetie, today I was day dreaming about being the coolest couple on the block, and having way too many parties that we're invited to, like you know, they'll have to invite us in advance because they know we're so popular. They'll say, Matt & Sarah, won't you please come to our party."
Me (too wrapped up in watching the glee project to pay attention): Ahh I just can't wait for that tiny kid to go home already. He annoys me soooo much!
Sir Matt: "That's just the life of a star. One day you shine, and the next day you blow up. You know?"
Me (head jerking up from behind my lap top to see if he really just said what I think he said): "Sorry are we talking about the same thing."
Sir Matt: "Yes."
Me: "Well then....I think you're funny."
Sir Matt: "Well yeah, that's why I said it. Because I knew that the second it came out of my awesome mouth that it would be hilarious."
Me: "Okay you're not that funny."
----SWEET POTATOE FRY COMES LAUNCHING ACROSS THE ROOM AT RAPID RATE HEADED DIRECTLY TO MY FACE-----
Sir Matt: "Watch it girl, you don't know who you're working with."
(and then like nothing ever happened he resumes to his sweet potato fry cutting)
So here's the thing. The sweet potato fries were unto a magestic chorus of angels...but while eating those tasty little devils it dawned on me. Matt has probably seen the conversations I'm writing on here. Is he feeding me good and juicy conversations just because he knows they'll make it on the 'ol blog and entertain all of you? I mean usually we do say ridiculous things to each other but I just can seem to keep up with all of the dumb stuff we say to each other lately.
So what do I do peeps? Call his bluff? Refuse to write another crazy conversation of ours? or just keep writing this stuff down?
You make the call my friends.