Keeping Up with the 'Nodeses

Me: So did you read about the woman who found a grenade in her bag of potatoes?

Tamara: Are you serious?

Me: Yeah! She was peeling potatoes, washed the dirt off one, and, yep -- live grenade.

Tamara: Where's she getting her potatoes from, Vietnam?

Me: I think she mistakenly asked for a "bomb de terre". Hang on, I have to go blog this.

Tamara: See? We have conversations like this too!

Me: Okay, fine. I just wish we had them more often.