Am I That Predictable?

I've commented on a friend's Facebook post and may have included one unsavory word.

Tiny Cesspools

I hate it when my kids are sick.

Deez. . . Well, You Know

My mom is always responsible for making the stuffing at Thanksgiving. She texted Hubs to ask for his preferences. She's in white, he's in blue.

Prime Day, Schmime Day

So, this happened on Amazon's disastrous Prime Day last month.

High Fashion

Beating Them Back with a Stick

Me: I need to clean my ring. It's disgusting.
Hubs: Yeah, I need you to clean mine too. I need it to be sparkling so it catches the eye and keeps all the ladies away.
Me: Yeah. I'll get right on that.

Lord of the Clicker

On Amazon's totally incredible smash-hit Prime Day we scored a Blu Ray player for $10. Hubs has just discovered that it's compatible with our current remote control.

Hubs: One remote to rule them all.
Me: I just lost my boner.
Hubs: I'm just glad you had a boner.

Junior Mints

Our younger daughter has finally reached an age where we can safely take her to a real live theater to see a real live movie. Hubs and I are very excited.

Hubs: I can't wait to start a movie tradition with the girls. Going to an actual theater, getting a giant popcorn, and they can pick out their drinks. . . But not candy. It's too expensive. We'll teach them that you always stop at the gas station around the corner first and get your movie candy there.
Me: So, they should wear something with pockets.
Hubs: BIG pockets.
Me: Friday night will come around and I'll yell, "Girls, put on your movie pants!"