Hi everyone! Thanks to all of you who have sent me messages about my new position here at KFI, I'm having a great time working with all the shows and trust me, I'm still harassing Handel on a daily basis.
One of the things I've always meant to do with my blog is to relay a passion project I've been working on for several years outside of the station.
For years on my Facebook page, I've relayed conversations that I've had with my husband (some of you know him as Tim Kelly, formerly of The Tim & Neil Show or Dick Cabeza, from the Handel show) and people have always said they have made them laugh and would make a great book or a TV sitcom.
While I haven't yet perfected a pitch for TV or Netflix, I have, in the meantime, bought my web domains, started a @ConvosWHubby Twitter account and a Conversations With Hubby Facebook page as well as tagging all my posts with #ConversationsWithHubby.
I'm also preparing a book and considering the idea of doing some kind of stand up based on these conversations.The following is one such conversation we had recently.
Re: The apparent mouse he saw in our garage closet.
Hubby: "There's a mouse in the garage."
Me: "Are you sure? In all the years we've been here I've never seen a mouse."
Hubby: "I think it was a mouse, I saw it when I opened that closet downstairs."
Me: "You mean the 'junk closet' that's packed?"
Me: "So where did it jump from"
Hubby: "From one side to the other."
Me: "You mean like leaped?"
Hubby: "Yes, from the top of the suitcase to the other side where those empty plastic containers are."
Me: "Are you sure it was a mouse."
Hubby: "Pretty sure, could have been a rat."
Me: "A rat?! Was is small or big?"
Hubby: "I'm not sure, could've been a bat"
Me: "A bat wouldn't leap, it would fly"
Hubby: "OK, pretty sure it was a mouse."
Me: "How many times have you seen it?"
Hubby: "Just the one time"
Me: "So you haven't seen it since?"
Me: "Maybe something fell when you opened the door and you just thought it was a mouse."
Hubby: "Nope, it was a mouse."
Me: "OK, so what are we going to do about it?"
Hubby: "Well, we can get one of those sticky traps."
Me: "No! I don't want to come home and see the poor thing stuck and dying."
Hubby: "OK, well, I have some old school mouse traps. The ones that snap,"
Me: "NO! That's gross, what if it doesn't snap its neck right away and it's still alive,"
Hubby: "Well, that's when you get the hammer and.."
Hubby: "Well, what do YOU want to do about it?"
Me: "What about one of those humane traps."
Hubby: "Oh great, you're turning into my sister."
Me: "I just figured we could trap it and release it."
Hubby: "And unless we go into the woods it'll just come back, or better yet, ever see that video of someone who did just that, and she releases it into the wild and a hawk comes down and scoops it up two seconds after she releases it?"
Hubby: "Seriously, what do you want to do?"
Me: "If we leave it alone, maybe it'll just go away, there's no food down there,"
Hubby: "So when we finally move and clean out that area, we'll just find a dead mouse carcass."
Me: "We could call our exterminator."
Hubby: "You DO know they kill them when they come, right?"
Me: "Well, maybe I can just talk to it, and ask it to leave. Like Pepino...the Italian mouse."
Hubby: "Did I marry into crazy?"
Me: "No I'm serious, maybe the mouse will get from the tone of my voice I want it to leave."
Hubby: "Ok..this is just ridiculous."
Me: "I'll sing a little of the Pepino song every day until it leaves."
Hubby: "Yes, honey, that will WORK...go for it."
Me: "I'll sing both English and Italian! (singing the song in Italian and English, I've known it since I was a little kid) Signore e signori, io mi chiamo Pepino Suracilla. And, what a mulaniana! Pepino, oh, you little mouse, oh, won't you go away. Find yourself another house to run around and play. You scare my girl, you eat my cheese, you even drink my wine, I try so hard to catch you but you trick me all the time. Cesta no surecillo a basoccella dinda mur. Ogna sere quella esce quanda casa scura. Endo dindo la cucina balla sulasu. A parrano malandrino pura un gabo sapaur. Pepino suracill ana parta scubari. Managa suracill a casa ma dai. Stasira da cucina nu poco di vino ci au lasciar. A quando si briaggo a Pepino giong apa"
Hubby: "Yep, you do that, I'll go ask the neighbor if we can borrow his cat for a few days.."