MY WIFE IS ON THE PHONE, and I just overheard something she said. Normally, I wait until nighttime, when I review the surveillance tapes and pore over the transcripts made by my midget assistant who lives under the floorboards. But this time I was actually doing some real-time eavesdropping. And I heard her try to say, "I know it's small potatoes."
But what she actually said was, "I know it's no great potatoes."
Which is now my favorite phrase. It has replaced "Hey! Bingbong! You got your emails!"
At least for the time being.
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