"I kind of want to bring Murderface with me and I kind of want to leave him as the only Pokemon on this entire game and trade it in."

— Del

"Why do I have a Pokemon named Murderface? Did I— I didn’t trade for this one. Why is this named Murderface? WHAT’S GOING ON?"

— Del

Welp

smegolas:

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
"Bread is for quitters."

— 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.ODel: Oh, no.Me: O.ODel: 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.

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.

delcat:

(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.

"Del, stop yelling at people on TV about the stark inevitability of death."

— Me, living in an interesting house

From an old chatlog, after finishing Brave New World

delcat:

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.

delcat:

qglas:

zachthedragon:

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

delcat:

qglas:

zachthedragon:

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)