On the seventh day he was arrested

Trying to explain the story of Adam and Eve (no mean feat for us of scant religious knowledge) at dinner I say “The first book of the bible describes how God made the earth in six days and on the seventh day he rested.” Dippity, after a pregnant pause says “Why was God arrested?”

The other night we trotted across the road for drinks with the neighbours, far too much wine later we staggered back but before then Groover, yes I’m talking about my husband here, was chatting to one neighbour who told him he had the aura of a Nobel Prize winner. I’m not joking. I don’t know how many Nobel Prize winners she’s met, but I am looking at my man and waiting for a sign… Perhaps some test tubes in the kitchen, maybe he’ll start ingesting odd bacterias, or maybe I could be living with the solution to world peace.

What do you think? Add your thoughts through comments.

As he says, it could be worse… she could have said he had the aura of a porn star… hmmm thinking about that one…

Good pick up line but…