sometimes i wish i wrote things down on the spot so i wouldn't have to wrack my befuddled brains to remember these things:
location: my kitchen
subject: me dumping an unnaturally load of fluffy white rice on my placte
m: WHOA. that's a LOT of rice. it's like...like an iceberg of rice.
[brief pause while both of think furiously of ways to turn those words to make it funny..our eyes meet..]
d+m: A RICEBERG!! OF RICE!!
[laughter insues for the next three hours]