Watermelon Rind by flickr user Gene Wilburn |
Brett: Which would you most want to win: Academy Award, Emmy, Grammy, or Tony?
Lori: Academy Award, I think. I'll play a super sexy curvy alien or something. Haha.
Brett: I thought you'd choose the Tony. But I guess the Oscar would probably bring in more money, if you're worried about keeping your family fed.
Lori: I'd prefer a slew of awards, but you can't be too picky I suppose.
Brett: I wrote a lullaby: "La la la. Sh, go to sleep." Do you think that will win a Grammy? (Ha!)
Lori: If it did, it would be a shady win.
Brett: I don't know; when I sang it for some friends, they all raved about how good it was.
Lori: Really? And what exactly had they been drinking at the time?
Brett: I don't know... something concocted by Emeril Lagasse. Bam!
Lori: The Emeril? I hear booking that guy is quite a feat!
Brett: He owed me one from the time a bee stung him in the eye and I rushed him to the hospital.
Lori: Yikes! Did someone have to sub for him on his show?
Brett: Yeah, but nobody noticed. He's a quin, so one of his brothers just filled in and pretended to be him.
Lori: Sounds glam.
Brett: More than glam. I could gaze at Emeril (or his identical quin) all day.
Lori: I've heard gazing in general is good for your qi.
Brett: Yes, especially if you're gazing at someone hot.
Lori: Hot people seem to diet a lot.
Brett: Have you heard of that diet where you only eat watermelon rind?
Lori: Does it also involve balancing on the arm of a throne while juggling knives?
Brett: Um... no. (Thought that does sound like good exercise.) It's just eating watermelon rinds and avoiding beery drinks.
Lori: It's "though" not "thought." Does that correction make you shake your fist at me?
Brett: No, I'm not mad. It was just a typo, but I'm glad to learn someone won't be able to con you by adding t's to words.
Lori: Cool.