Laura provided me with a great laugh yesterday.
I came home from work early on Friday because we had our home study at about 2pm. Everything went well and Laura convinced me that we "need" to redo our master bathroom. We went shopping around at different stores looking at mirrors and such, I started getting grumpy. We went around the corner to Cotton Patch and started eating our food. I had a side order of cinnamon apples with my meal. As Laura was stealing a few of them from me, she looked me straight in the eyes and said...
"These are so good! They taste like our front door!"
I stared at her with that do-you-know-what-you-just-said look and waited for her to realize what she said. I think I actually even asked her if she eats front doors often. I saw the light come on in her eyes. So then she corrected herself. Or at least attempted to correct herself. She said...
"You know what I meant. It tastes like the hallway..."
I repeated the exact same look and question (do you eat hallways often?) until she again realized the silliness of her statement. We got a good laugh out of it. For those who are wondering, she recently replaced the air freshener in our front entry way to some sort of "spice" scent so she was trying to say that the cinnamon apples tasted like the entryway smells. This one ranks right up there with my sister's laborious debate about how the saying "I could care less" actually show less interest than the correct phrase, "I couldn't care less".
No wonder they get along so well...
