Hey there. First I want to send a shout out to Hilly for asking me to be on her show today. I am really honored, and I will try not to get THIS show kicked off the air too!

The show is at 5 p.m. central, 6 p.m. eastern. I am really excited! you can listen to the show here.

So anyway, yesterday I had a conversation that has kept me laughing and snorting even to this minute. Something may be lost in translation from verbal to word, but I just had to share.

Setting the scene: Mr. X is in the hospital in Africa after being stabbed and mugged. Spirits are low, and he is being the “whiny baby boy” that men are when they are sick. To be fair, though, I mean, come on, he WAS stabbed.

So, here’s how the conversation goes:

Me: “How are you feeling?”

Mr. X : “I feel very weak” (use really difficult to understand Brit accent here)

Me: “Have you eaten since you have been in the hospital?”

Mr X: “No.”

Me: “Um, Why? You need to keep your strength up. You are no good to anyone if you don’t eat for over a week.”

Mr. X: “jfkdsl;ajfi;ohjgio;rea;o9aertu’erhg”

Me: “What?”

Mr. X “ihjfk;aejw;ioru34i;oau3094AUJTODSIFJDSKFDNZKLNNKFNJ;”

Me: “Um, can you talk to me like I am a moron and put spaces between your words?”

Mr. X. “Okay. I. Have. No. Appetite.”

Me: “Okay, I don’t care. You HAVE to eat. You must eat, and you will eat. ”

Mr. X (very, very whiny voice): “But Sweetie, the food is WEIRRRDDDDD.” (whining like a kid who won’t eat brussel sprouts.)

That had me in fits of snorts.

Me: “hahahahahahahha. Well sweetie, when you were going to go to Africa, what did you THINK you were going to eat?”

Mr. X: “Um, I didn’t really think about it.”

Me: **sigh**

Mr. X: “I can’t tell what anything is on the plate. There are some really weird beans and some rice looking stuff, but I don’t know what any of it is!”

Me: “Okay, don’t eat the meat. Eat AROUND the meat. It isn’t going to kill you. It’s beans and rice. Your body may reject it a bit, but you HAVE to eat.”

Mr. X: “Well, I’ll try.”

Me: “Um, no, do not try; do. You MUST eat.”

So the rest of the day, and this morning, all I could hear was this whiny voice in my head saying, “Yeah, but sweetie, the food is WEEEIIIIIRRRRDDDDDD.”

hahahahahaha.