High Top Fade

With Hubs:

Pretty much my favorite photo ever. Cube's high school yearbook shot.

The Need for Swedes

Apparently this is the standard response to finding out that Ikea is not, in fact, moving into your area.

Me and Hubs:

Me and a friend:

The Roof (of My Mouth) Is on Fire

With my parents:

If It Itches...

More texting with my mom.

(Autocorrect changed "shopping" to "scratching")

Extraterrestrial Ecstacy

Again with my neighborhood ladies.

Taken out of Context I Must Seem So Strange

Conversations with my best girls sometimes end up in weird places.

Lie in It

Our master bed is ridiculously difficult to make and we typically make it a two-person job. I decide to tackle it myself one night and Hubs walks in on me.

Hubs: We have grapes, right?
Me: Yes.
Hubs: When you're done with that, you should come downstairs and feed me some. [walks out]

They're There Their

Some friends and I have just come across an advertisement that  included improper usage of "whom" and also advertised a product for "$0.25 cents" instead of just "25 cents" or "$0.25". Because we're grammar nazis, we took a moment to bitch about the post.

Michael Scott

Hubs gets caught by a DirecTV salesman at Costco but finally breaks away and catches up with us. 

Hubs: I'm usually pretty good at wiggling out of that but I decided just to let him finish.
In unison: That's what she said.

Smarty Pants

Our kindergartener is being given second grade reading homework and is rocking it. She's incredibly bright. We're still wondering where our 3yo stands on the bell curve, but all signs say she's also gifted (but she's a feisty little shit). Hubs and I are reviewing one of the kindergartener's assignments. 

Hubs: Jesus. That's scary. In a couple years I'm going to be the dumbest person in the house.
Me: You probably already are. You just don't know it yet.