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Poured a glass of cold water on Megan while she was in the shower. Twice. HA HA! (Don’t do this.)

Me: Why do I always keep score?
Megan: It’s a rule.
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Me: Would you accept “jort”
Megan: No one in their right mind would accept “jort”

I put a whole pack of Juicy Fruit in my mouth on the airplane.

Megan: You smell like a ball of sugar.

The Friday before last it was my discovery of how to cry out the perfect turkey gobble, tonight it is the frumpy way I say the word fifth with a completely relaxed jaw that I will repeat a million times until it is no longer funny.

Megan: “How about it is not funny ever.”

EDIT: Megan and I just sneezed at the same time!~

Yesterday Megan and I spent the day at House on the Rock. It’s this property in Southwestern Wisconsin that was previously home to an incredibly eccentric collector, Alex Jordan. The home/museum is built on the edge of a cliff, and there’s even a hallway extension he had built that protrudes off the house without any support to the ground called the infinity room (pictured above). It’s scary but fantastic. I walked about halfway down before I turned around to go back because my feet wouldn’t stop sweating. It sways and creeks in the wind, although it’s supposedly the sturdiest part of the house (lots of redundant i-beams, and such).

We spent about 3 hours at the house, staring at all the peculiar stuff he owned. Photos, documents, model ships, guns, cars, boats, engines, a life-size replica of a blue whale, medical tools, cameras. Priceless items like blueprints to the Titanic. There are about 20 machine-operated orchestras that play for $0.50. Any one collection would have been amazing in a room by itself, it was overwhelming.

via The Evil Beet and Megan

Megan: what store are you at?
Peter: None Of Your Business, ever heard of it?
Megan: no, what do they sell there?
Peter: bee’s wax

“I could just eat it” — Megan