"I didn't finish with the weeds yesterday. How many of them can we make die?" -- the sweetie who recently borrowed my Heather Alexander CDs, talking about gardening. ( For those of you who don't know the reference... )
Okay, not the most profound QotD, nor the most universally amusing, but it amused the Hell out of me, so there it is.(BTW, while searching for a copy of the lyrics to link to, I stumbled across a filk of "March on Cambredth" that I didn't already know, called "Healer's Cry", in ANIMA CANTIO, A songbook for Amtgard, the chorus of which is "How many of them can we make live!")