"They're For the Ants to Crawl On"

Mrs. Danalan is an artist. She’s in the back room working on some project, and she called out to me :

(Mrs) “We’ll have to pick up some bags apples and oranges tomorrow, before we go over town”

(Danalan) “What do we need the fruit for?”

(Mrs) “They’re for the ants to crawl on, in the bowls”

(Danalan) “Of course, what was I thinking?”

She’s making table decorations for a fundraiser dinner/ cruise/ concert we’re involved in tomorrow. Her theme involves picnics, so she’s making ants from chenille, wiggly eyes, pom-poms, and pins. Apparently the centerpieces will be bowls with craft-made ants scattered amongst fruit.


(Mrs) “Why did you ask me what I made the ants from”

(Danalan) “No reason”

(Mrs) “You’re posting this, aren’t you?”

(Danalan) “Would I do that?”

Dude, you’re sleeping with Martha Stewart and Salvador Dali at the same time!

How cool is that?

splutter Come clean up my keyboard!

That is either the most hilariously unsettling, or unsettlingly hilarious statement ever.

why am i suddenly reminded of something (IIRC) Bull (Night Court) said:
If Ivana Trump married Neil Diamond, divorced him, married Jack Nicklaus, divorced him, and married Ron Darling, she’d be
Ivana Diamond Nicklaus Darling (go ahead, say it aloud…)