Kettles

I love conversations with my girlfriends. Michelle, Nissa, Susanne and I are always able to figure out, and then laugh at one another’s lame jokes. Now if that’s not love, I don’t know what is

Me: Love isn’t always a kettle of f - I mean, a bowl of cherries.
Susanne: Were you about to call it a kettle of fish?
Nissa: What’s a kettle of fish?
Me: A kafoffel.
Nissa looks puzzled.
Me: A bad situation, a mix up, a mess.
Nissa: Oh. Could a thesis be a kettle of fish?
Michelle: Yes, but in your case it would be a kettle of rocks.
Me: I have a kettle of children.
Michelle: I have a kettle of flies, that’s not so bad.
Nissa: Susanne has a kettle of irony.
Susanne: Or an irony kettle.