We'd been to a party on the north shore the day before, and on our way up there we passed an old farm with a pair of silos. I drew a little cartoon of a farm building floating in a river, and labeled it "In Seine, a Silo," and rather than looking at me like I was crazy, Kyle countered with a similarly abhorent pun.
The reason I think of this is, there was a row of identical Victorian triple-deckers across the street from the hospital where your cheek was being monitored for signs of impending explosion. These houses all had turrets, but had been vinyl-sided to within an inch of their lives. Of course, the only way to vinyl-side a turret is to install the siding vertically, which made these houses all look like they had cenvenient grain storage attached. Kyle and I tried to explain the rash of silo puns to Meri, who looked at us like we had two heads. Which we do, so it was all good. :)
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Date: 2005-10-31 02:00 am (UTC)We'd been to a party on the north shore the day before, and on our way up there we passed an old farm with a pair of silos. I drew a little cartoon of a farm building floating in a river, and labeled it "In Seine, a Silo," and rather than looking at me like I was crazy, Kyle countered with a similarly abhorent pun.
The reason I think of this is, there was a row of identical Victorian triple-deckers across the street from the hospital where your cheek was being monitored for signs of impending explosion. These houses all had turrets, but had been vinyl-sided to within an inch of their lives. Of course, the only way to vinyl-side a turret is to install the siding vertically, which made these houses all look like they had cenvenient grain storage attached. Kyle and I tried to explain the rash of silo puns to Meri, who looked at us like we had two heads. Which we do, so it was all good. :)