My wife, K, has a very....unique....way of thinking. Yeah, let's go with unique.
K: "We're having pasta for dinner tonight. Do you want a vegetable with it?"
ME: "Sure. What are my choices?"
K: "We don't have any vegetables."
A few weeks ago during one of our icy weather spells K said Luke the Wonderdog's paws would be cold when I took him out for his dootie call.
K: "We need to get him some of those doggie booties."
ME: "He'll never wear them. Dogs don't wear shoes. That's dumb."
K: "Yes he will. Besides, they're cheap. You can get 3 or 4 for $8 at Pet Smart."
ME: "THREE or four? THREE....or....four? They have a 3-legged-dog section at Pet Smart?"
K is currently on one of her thrice yearly health food kicks. She's all excited about Omega 3 vitamins (some kind of fish oil) and came home with these words of wisdom:
K: "We need to eat fish every day three times a week."
I'm thinking she and Yogi Berra sit on adjacent limbs of the same family tree.