Amanda, my sister, has a really bad chest cold. Her throat is so bad, she can't talk. So, she's been in the shower and all I heard was quiet, so I started talking to her, knowing she can't talk back.
Me: You know, I called Dad. I told him to pick up some hot dogs. So, when he gets home, you can fix yourself a hot dog, it's okay. *licks my pop-up* We also have relish, so if you want a hotdog with relish, you can do that when he gets home. *pauses and takes a few more licks of my pop-up* I'm eating one of your pop-ups, and it's delicious! Oh! I told him to pick up some Kraft Cheese. So, when he gets home with the hotdogs, you can also put cheese, with the relish, on the hot dog.
-long silence-
Me: Amanda, are you okay? *waits* Are you on the toilet? Amanda? *waits, again* I'm going to knock on the door! If you're alive, knock back!
*hears laughter*
hahahaha.
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Two days ago, Cricket got her haircut and I was totally with her. It was the day I wrote about the zombie dream :)
Cricket, honey, your boobs look fabulous here! hahahahaha. Lop-sided ♥
At the hairdressers, when Cricket went up to pay, I said, "You know, if you curl it back, it'll look like Farah Facet."
I made the hairdresser chuckle a bit heavily >:)
Goal met for the day.
Hahaha... how did you manage to get that many unflatering pictures of me in one day... lol.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love you for being there to help me with my decisions, you should have taken a picture of it when the bangs fell into nothing. That way you could show the world the influence your genius had on my head.