— Del
— Del
Welp
Well, today my daughter discovered the joy of hickies. .No more passing my own marks off as “mimi’s clumsy and gets a lot of bruises” I guess!
The dawning realization of ‘crap this is dark…. and high…. and it’s the summer…..’ was priceless.
Her boyfriend wore a purple bow-tie to their date. Adorakable.
She really did go quite epic for her first hickey.
And you really did get away with a lot of “clumsiness” for many a year. Clumsiness in really interesting places and configurations, too.
In which we introduce kiddo to Supernatural and she summarizes the entire series in the first ten minutes
- TGC: Oh he's pretty
- TGC: Oh he's pretty too
- TGC: BROTHER CONFLICT
— Del, spreading peanut butter directly onto a banana.
Del is trying to make the argument that I cannot buy a something because of our experience with the Garage Sale Mystery Box.
Me: O.O
Del: Oh, no.
Me: O.O
Del: No!
Me: Ooooooooooh!
Del: You are a rube.
Me: Sir! Sir! I shall take this box!
Two dimes, one nickel, and a completely empty box later:
Me: ;_;
Del: A rube, I say.
But Del the something box is GUARANTEED to have SOMETHING. That is called truth in advertising.
(As we’re browsing Hulu)
Megan: Have you seen any of that show?
Myself: American Pickers? Yeah, I really like it, remember we discussed—
Megan: Wait, no, not that one! What’s the taxidermy one?
Myself: …American TAXIDERMY!
Megan: Yeah, sorry, I saw a guy with a shovel and I got confused.
Myself: …wait WHAT
Megan: WAIT THAT’S NOT HOW TAXIDERMY WORKS AT ALL
Myself: (silently dying)
Megan: I’ve been up for eight hours working with industrial solvents! What’s your excuse?
Myself: Wait, what do I need an excuse FOR?
Megan: Your FACE.
I am not at my best right after work.
— Me, living in an interesting house
From an old chatlog, after finishing Brave New World
Delcat: I am jittery with punk and passion, sister! I ache to make waves in the night!
Delcat: Also I’m not wearing any pants.
Megan: Sorry. I fell asleep on the floor.
Delcat: I suspect we are at opposite ends of an emotional spectrum.
Brid
Apparently they had not heard that bird is the word.
I need a tag for when I read something my sister writes and I physically get up and walk across the house and smack her across the back of the head, but I don’t know what to call it.
Oh is THAT what that was about
(Source: yomamasalizard)
