We took Toby to the Veterinarian for a dental. It cost us a lot of money. (Not really important to this story.) We came home with two kinds of pills to be given two times a day. One of the days, Emerson was in charge of the administration of these medications. Not ever being sure if he carries out the precise instructions that have been left with him I grilled him when I got home from work. This is how it went -
Me - "Did Toby get his pills?"
Him - "Yes."
Me - "Are you sure you gave him both of them?"
Him - "Yes."
Me - "Did you put each one of them in a hot dog?"
Him - "Yes."
Me - "Did he eat them?"
Him - "Yes."
Me - "Are you sure?"
Him - "YES! I PUT THE PILLS IN HIS MEDICINE WEENIE AND HE ATE THEM!"
This completely cracked me up. I laughed until I cried about Emerson’s response. He was pretty pleased with himself too, so "medicine weenie" became our little inside joke
Shortly after this we had wireless internet installed. Most of the people around here have the same thing because it is our only option other than dial up. When you have a wireless device and it searches for a network, all of the connections around us show up (btw, they are secure) with names like My Home computer or the last name of whoever lives there so we know who is hooked up. I wanted something anonymous and funny.
Two computer guys showed up to get us started. Computer guy #1 was outside installing a wireless dish and Computer guy #2 was in the computer room with me and Emerson. We started chatting. One of the things he said to us was that we needed to be thinking of a name for our network. Emerson chuckled and said, "How about Medicine Weenie?" So of course I had to explain to Computer guy #2 about the origin of that name. (He probably didn’t want to know but he was trapped.)
Emerson and I then started bantering around all sorts of names. Maybe something with rabbit in it. Rabbit house, Rusty Rabbit, The Rabbit Hole. I thought not anonymous enough. Emerson was sitting on a very old rickety chair that loudly squeaked every move he made. How about Squeaky Chair? Rusty Chair? Squeaky Rabbit? Then Computer guy #2 says, "You could combine your first Idea with squeaky and go for Squeaky Weenie." Oh my Gosh! That launched the three of us into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I said, "hmmmm, I will have to think about that one."
The really funny thing was when Computer Guy #1 finally comes in from outside and sits at our computer, setting it all up and programming whatever it was he needed to program and he comes to the part about what name we are going to use. I say, "What the heck, Squeaky Weenie." He said, "What was that?" I said, "Squeaky Weenie." Computer guy #2, Emerson, and I burst out laughing. Computer guy #1 started to say, "How did . . ." but then paused a moment and simply asked, "How do you want that spelled?"
The only name we thought of that was funnier was Rusty Weenie, but I didn’t want anyone to think I was referring to Curt!
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LOVE IT!!! That's hysterical!
Although, I must say I kind of like the rusty weenie one too.
You'd be seen as the bitter housewife who never gets any.
I'm going to be laughing over that all day!
I'm sure the computer guy was praying that there was never a problem with your connection because he didn't want to have to come service the lonely housewife... Thats so so funny!!
First of all Katie, I am not lonely! Second, how do you know that the computer guy wouldn't be excited for that service call to my house!
Okay Holly I was trying to read it to Larry but I was laughing so hard I couldn't. He had to read it on his own, and I won't repeat what he said. I think Katie has really wore off on you.
Okay Holly I am just testing out the comment thing! Such a great story! You should post about the bear rug!
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