Of Blogs and Oranges..

So for everyone who missed me (you missed me, right? Right? RIGHT?):
1) I’m back from Delhi! Yes yes, you can now rejoice.
2) I missed you too!

My vacation was brilliant at that – two weeks of doing nothing but chillin’ (you didn’t really expect me to toast my skin in the sun, didja?) and catching up with my reading. Still, I do think my brain is rather fried all the same.

Here’s why. I was having a conversation with the Boy the other day and this is what it went like:
Me: “Why did the chicken take 20 years to cross the road?” (The answer I was expecting was – because he refused to stop and ask for directions. Lame joke? well then, just wait for his reply.)
Boy: “Because maybe the chicken was travelling at the speed of light and the road was 20 light years in width.” I’m not kidding, those were his exact more-or-less words.
Me: “Ha ha. You think you’re so funny, do you? But if I wanted to talk to a bulb (on acount of how smart people have a bulb go off over their heads when they come up with something smart,) I’d call Albert Einstein!”
Boy: “Albert Einstein?”
Me: Yes Albert Einstein. Are you not listening to me?”
Boy: “Oh, you mean because he came up with the theory of relativity and light?”
Me: “No silly, because he invented the bulb! No stop acting like a dim little tubelight.”
Boy: *Silence*
Me: ”No wait, didn’t Thomas Alva Edison invent the bulb and electricity?”

Arrgh. What is wrong with me? I used to know that! And why am I posting this tripe anyway?