In the past week or so, a conversation of differences has seemed to monopolize many of my conversations with friends. The following discrepancies have come up:
Velveta + Salsa + Microwave = Queso Dip or Texas Cheese
Eating corn on the cob -- in rows or in rounds?
Have you heard of Viennie Weenies?
While getting dressed -- sock, shoe, sock shoe OR sock, sock, shoe, shoe?
Where's THE Panhandle? -- Texas or Florida?
Asparagus Pee -- Yes or No?
Regardless of silly "this or that" questions, my friends are truly a funny bunch. I was listening to the wit and the banter fly around the room and caught myself cringing that my neighbors might bang on the wall and tell us to shut up. But then I realized there aren't many groups of people that have this much fun telling silly stories and laughing late on a Sunday evening.
So the neighbors will have to deal.
(Until, of course, all my friends move in to our complex and we start working on Singles, The Sequel.)