"My plates?" Let the record show that I am not missing any plates, and I do not collect any plates.
"Yeah. Your plates. A red and blue."
"Red and blue...oh, you mean like in my hutch? The red glass set from my grandma?"
"Noooo...your plates. The red and blue."
"I don't have any red and blue plates! Except those old ones that Grandma gave me."
"Not those! Those are red!"
"I know. But I don't know what else you could have found that would be considered my plates. That's the only red OR blue that I have. And I don't have ANY blue."
"You can't tell you nothin'!"
"I'm trying to figure it out."
"Your PLATES! The red and blue! That you eat off of!"
"My kitchen plates? They're white."
"You know what I mean. Those plates are red and blue."
"They are most certainly WHITE plates. They have a red line and blue line and yellow line swirl around the edge..."
"FINALLY! You don't understand nothin'!"
"Uh...did you ever consider that you can't EXPLAIN nothin'?"
"You're so hard-headed. You can only think of things one way!"
Seriously. Would YOU have gotten that whole plate thing?
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Not at all, I was imaging red plates and blue plates, solid colours. The real thing is much prettier.
River,
EXACTLY! Yet Farmer H thinks I'M the one who has a problem with understanding, not HIM with his explanations.
Thanks, I had to look back for a picture I already had with the plates, since I didn't want to walk upstairs and take one.
Oh, with so many hours in the day together, you could have stretched that argument out to last much longer.
It's not too late to revisit it, for hours more fun...
Sioux,
The we wouldn't have had time to argue over that giant box of wine that got delivered by mistake! Can't revisit it until at least Sunday, because Friday night and Saturday night are AUCTION NIGHT.
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