I came downstairs the other day to find my husband watching cartoons on tv. Not unusual. When he was a child he never got to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings. His parents schlepped him off to early morning violin lessons. Yes, my husband, the 6 foot 5 inch, meat grilling, beer drinking, hoodie wearing, sports loving, man was a concert violinist from the ages of 3-18.
This was the conversation:
CSP: Do you ever watch Veggie Tales?
Me: I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never seen them.
Why, what are they doing?
Minnesota Cuke is trying to find Sampson’s hairbrush before the Canadians do. If the Canadians get it then they’ll take over both sides of Niagra Falls! (lots of laughing on his part) Isn’t that great?!?
The Canadians! (more laughing) The writers must be on drugs! I love it!
Do they grow cucumbers in Minnesota?
No. That’s what I’m saying- writers on drugs! We’ve got to start recording this stuff.