Yesterday was Gumby’s birthday, so he cooked dinner for all of us (???) and it was delicious. The potatoes needed salt, but other than that, I was pleased. (You’re welcome, Gumby, my love.)
Here are some snippits of conversations had at the dinner table last night:
Person 1: When was 4th grade?
Person 2: Middle school.
Me: 4th grade was not in middle school.
Person 1: Yeah… 4th grade was 5th, 6th, and 7th.
Me: …what?? No… 4th grade was 4th grade…. and Middle School was grades 6th-8th!
Person 1: I shouldn’t have gone on past 3rd grade…
Gumby: Do you guys remember doing the dictionary challenge in school?
Me: None of us were in school with you.
Gumby: No, I’m pretty sure everyone had to do this! Like, there were teams and everyone would be given a word and you’d have to look it up.
Someone else: In a dictionary?
Another person: Did you have to use the index?
Gumby: I hate you guys.
Me (to Gumby’s friend): Hi! I’m Emelie.
Gumby: No, her name is Ellen.
Me: No… It’s not… It’s Emelie.
Other friend: She’s lying. Her name is Ellen.
Other friend: Yeah, she just doesn’t like the name “Ellen” so she tells people her name is “Emelie.” She doesn’t even spell it right, though…
Me whispering to myself: My name is Emelie…
Gumby’s Friend: …I officially have no idea what your name is. It’s nice to meet you.
Me: Yeah… You too….
After Gumby received a book titled “How To Be an Optimist and Make It Pay” by Nelson Doubleday
Gumby: This is fantastic.
Friend: It’s from series that I frequent. I once gave his book “How to Turn a Boner into a Bonanza!” to someone a few years ago.
Me: I’m sorry… What?
Friend: It’s true! Back in the 1950’s the word “boner” just meant “mistake.”
Me: …That’s… appropriate…
Do any of you guys have conversations as strange as these?