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Category Archives: Jamesisms

Nighttime mumbling

You will be delighted to learn, I’m sure, that James has started talking bollocks in his sleep. When I came to bed last night, he said, “This thing finally joined me!” while holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers. It looked like he was indicating his wedding ring, but he wasn’t wearing it. “What?” [...]

James envies my student status and the ability to stay at home two days a week.

James:  Do you want to come to work with me and hide under my desk so I can pet you? Elaine: What?  I’m not your pet. James:  Well… we could snuggle in the closet then.

How James’ Day Went

I thought “What did you do today?” was a fairly straightforward question, but (as best as I can remember it) this was the answer I got, delivered pretty much in one breath: Well, first I went to the magic island where I found a unicorn. And the unicorn picked me up and took me to [...]

James, handing me a drink:

“I mixed it so that it’s neither shaken nor stirred.” “So… not mixed at all?” “Right.  I think not mixing is a form of mixing isn’t it?”

"I wonder…

… if two glaciers flew past each other at high speed, would they generate enough friction to boil water?”

grocery store outrage!

At the grocery store last night James felt nostalgic for a box of his childhood cereal… after a bit of “ugh, that’s so gross!” and “well you just think that because your mom was a cereal nazi!” exchange I said fine, put it in the cart. This morning I was looking over the receipt (I [...]

sleepy boy

When I finally dragged James out of bed this morning (it takes several attempts) he slouched over to the computer and googled “my girlfriend wakes up too early.” I phoned up Dalhousie to see about applying there and I think I will not. They don’t really have anything to do with linguistics at all, and [...]

He's getting more demanding

James is making tater tots, and I peeked into the oven to see. They’re all standing up on their ends. I might be crazy but I thought that was the cutest thing ever, so I gave him a hug and said “awww you stood them all up on end!” He couldn’t understand why I thought [...]

sleepover at James' house

I came over to James’ house for a sleepover tonight, and he was in the middle of doing some stuff in the kitchen. “I was going to make a beaverage,” he said. “A beaverage? Like a hermitage but for beavers?” “Yeah.” “Where were you gonna get the beavers?” “…. uh.. from the fridge.” “Honey, beavers [...]

This one's a winner

Last night, walking to the bubble tea shop: “I think you’ll be really wrinkly when you’re old.”