Was all set to prance around triumphantly crowing "best day ever!" because I found frozen waffles at the supermarket and omg. Because I've never found frozen waffles in this country before ever.
Except then I just taste tested them and wow, they're really not good.
Sigh.
Oh well. Next experiment! *g*
"Of course the numbers are right! Do I look like I'd make a mistake like that? It's a simple application of Beer's Law."
"You mean like 'the colder the country the better the brew'?"
"What?! Major, sometimes I swear you're just an overgrown rhesus monkey with a congenital hair defect."
"Takes one to know one."
"Are you five? We have work to do. Now... sit down, shut up, turn things on-- oh God, I just said that, didn't I? Not one word, Sheppard. Not one word."
"I think that was my line."
" 'Shut up', or 'turning--', you know what? Not important."
I... have no excuse. This is what my brain does at work. It lets Canadian/American couples bicker constantly.
And don't let's even get started on all myriad variations of "I hope you're aware it's a felony to wear a stuffed moose as a swimsuit in the RCMP". Among other things. *g*