A brief conversation from Saturday night. I don’t know what reminded me of it.
Me to B (as we’re discussing purchasing DVDs for series that have ended): We should have a “Thon”.
Adam: A thong?
B: No. A Thon.
Adam: Yeah, a thong.
Me: No. A Thon. Y’know, like a Friends-a-thon, a Sex-And-The-City-a-thon, a Dukes-Of-Hazzard-a-thon.
Adam: Ohhhh ok.
On the way home…
Me: That’s funny you thought I said thong.
Adam: I knew you meant a marathon. I was just joking.
Me: A-HAHAHAHAHA! Yeah!!! That’s the word I couldn’t remember. It’s a marathon, not a thon!
Adam: Don’t go blogging this either.
Sorry honey. I had to. I’m just amused at the brain-fart I had.