So Whilst We're at Dinner...

So Whilst We Were At Dinner...

Dinner at our house has always been an amusing affair.  That is, when we're actually eating at the dining room table as opposed to, oh, say, stuffing our faces while sitting on the couches, balancing plates on our laps and watching random Sci-Fi television programs.  Netflix Marathons are a commonality in our house, and we tend to binge on an entire series, and mourn the loss when we finally hit the series finale.  But that's a bit beside the point.

During the school year, during the school week, we try to refrain from Netflix Marathons until the weekends; and we generally, for the most part, try to eat dinner at the dining room table.  Breakfasts and lunches are eaten around the kitchen table, more often than not with one or more of us missing.  I'm not quite sure exactly why dinner is such the amusing experience, as opposed to our other meals.  But I'm guessing it has to do with the four of us being all together.  (Only on very, very rare occasions do the five of us eat together, but we seem to have just as much fun when we're all five, as opposed to just the four of us.)  Needless to say, dinner conversations at our house bring about much laughter.

Keeping that in mind, we, the four of us, (are we a gaggle? a pride? a herd?) have decided that many of the topics of conversation randomly approached at one point or another during the dinner conversation would make splendid blog topics for the future.

That said, I thought I would take a moment to preview a few of these topics here, lest I forget.

So here they are:  topics that have come up whilst we were at dinner, that I shall eventually, perhaps, turn into blog posts:

Bubba, The Sea Fern

The Ghost of Christmas Gallbladder

Hands in Unusual Places

Caution Ahead Ahead!

Gastroeconomics

So there's this octopus in Scotland...

The word for microwave in Icelandic is popty ping
(Actually, the Icelandic word for microwave is: örbylgjuofn; And from what I can tell, I believe it's the Welsh word for microwave that's popty ping. But I'll leave that up for the blog entry.)

Why would you oil the emus?