Jeff and I went to a plant nursery a few days ago because we are trying to decide what type of plants we should have in our back yard.
There are so many trees to choose from. We could have:
Jeff and I went to a plant nursery a few days ago because we are trying to decide what type of plants we should have in our back yard.
There are so many trees to choose from. We could have:
Thanks for adding that last tree, the fig, but I know better. Figs are not real. They don’t exist, and “fig” is not a real word. One of your old co-workers explained this to me.
Also, a peanut is neither a pea, nor a nut.
I’ve eaten a fig. It was delicious.
Sorry, you must be mistaken. I was there when a genius argued with us for 10 minutes that “Fig” was not a word.
She was obviously smarter than Tom and me combined, so you must be wrong.
And for context, the genius we’re referring to was filling out the kid’s placemat at a restaurant trying to come up with things that rhyme with Pig.
I stand corrected. The imaginary un-fig was delicious, though.
Figs are in the Bible, so they must be real.
There is a certain amount of snark among the comments today that I am finding oh so fulfilling.