Monday, May 31, 2010

My Hands Smell Like Brine

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not tell me that analogy of the pickles in the pickle jar. One comes out, albeit with difficulty, and the next ones just come out quickly.

To start with, I use canned Israeli pickles. You flip open the can and voila! Out they all come, garlic slices and all.

And if I buy the jarred pickles from Costco, you open, take one, and close.

And who thought this was a clever little story to repeat? If another individual pulls me over and quietly mumbles this brilliant story in my ear, like they invented it, I'll...I'll...I'll...
fling a jar of briny pickle juice in their face.

DIP1 will find a mate without any yanking and fighting with pickles, I'H.

1 comment:

G6 said...

Just think - Aren't you glad you're not doing the "bridesmaid thing"? :D

I mean, wouldn't she just loooove to be paraded down a long aisle on display?!?!? (I'm thinking a nice "Gherkin Green" gown....)

Youmay get the pickle references, but SHE'S stuck smiling through all the well intentioned brachos....