TMIs suddenly manifest when someone says something that, in Hubby’s words, end up painting a mental picture “with broad, sweeping strokes”. What someone says may be innocent enough, but your brain (whether it dwells in the gutter or not) spontaneously fills in the blanks with…a terrible mental image.

This Friday’s gem is a strange one…

The Scene:

An ordinary Saturday. Noon. In the kitchen.

What I Said:

“Sweetie, would you like syrup on your flower?”

What I meant:

Do you want any maple syrup on your waffles (which I have cut and arranged in the shape of a flower…Gutter brains!

Happy Weekend!


Terrible Mental Image #1

Terrible Mental Image #2