a day in the life of

I'm thinking lunch options aloud. Leftover barley soup? Rice and pork loin? Turkey sandwich? Bread with olive oil? So I create a sound effect that I think best expresses "mind-blowing" as it relates to my options.

Cue suicide joke by Erin.

The sound effect did sort of sound like a .22 being fired ... "just a couple of acres away."

She tells me I can't measure distance in acres.  

I say "I can."  And I create an illustration.

I mention that I could measure in fathoms, but they'd have to be below.  And we both agree that the sound I made did not come from a nautical depth.  It was off - diagonally - in the woods somewhere.

She sings "Anchors Aweigh."

I join with my own version, "Acres Away."  Except it somehow becomes a 1776 "Sit Down, John" mash-up.

Just another normal conversation for us.