So yesterday I spent the afternoon with Bunny and the Serbian watching lame but, given the present company, uproariously funny chickflicks. Seriously, it's all about who you're watching with...else in what world could House Bunny come close to topping Miss Pettigrew in terms of walking around quoting for the rest of the day (okay, rest of the week probably)?
Anyway, somewhere between the end of the movies and the raiding of the kitchen, we got to contemplating how all three of us are in long term relationships, an incredible fact that still takes us by surprise from time to time, given the fact that in high school we thought we'd have to marry each other and share bed pans when we turned ninety (of course, this could still happen).
Inevitably, talk of relationships turned to 'Remember when we were single...' reminisces, which turned to wondering when we'd next (or, in one of our cases, ever) be single again, which began a tangent we'd have to call Sowing Your Wild Oats, based on the fact that the word 'oats' was probably used more times in one ten-minute conversation than an entire history of Jungle cereal production.
Popular topics included:
How many oats one should sow before settling down
Who had been the most prolific sower of said oats
Most fertile places in Cape Town to sow one's oats
Best year and season for oat-sowing
And, inevitably...
'All this talk of cereal is making me hungry. What's in the kitchen?', which led to the discovery of cheese and crackers, the Boondock Saints DVD, and the possible patent on Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flannery-flavoured oats.
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