...Is a terrible place.
It really is.
This is where I would tell you all about it. (Insert crazy LittleFoot story here). But my computer privileges are being revoked! GAH! and/or BLAST!
Goose just recently arrived home to find the house a mess. (Various stages of laundry strewn about, cat box not put back in the bathtub where the dog couldn't get at it, dog munching on the cat poo buffet, homework...oh the homework! Everywhere! You get the picture.) Anyway here I am, trying to write to you about my most recent mental breakdown when she comes home to this...mess...sighs and asks me what happened.
Well I gave her the 'my soul is dead' face and all was forgiven.
Then it all
went
wrong.
Goose: Why are you on my computer?
LittleFoot: Mine's dead.
Goose: Where's the charger?
LittleFoot: In the bathroom. I took a bath.
Goose: You couldn't go get it?
LittleFoot: Nope. Broken.
Goose: Poor lovie! I'll get it for you
(^isn't she so freakin' sweet?!)
LittleFoot: Thanks Goosie!
Goose: Put a movie on my computer, please.
LittleFoot: I can't I'm updating my BLOG
That last bit MAY have somehow come out of my mouth. Worse yet, it MAY have sounded a bit like Napoleon Dynamite should have said it. There also MAY have been an audible eye roll and an obligatory "GOSH".
It's hard to say what really might have happened.
Goose stopped dead in her tracks.
Turned around.
Opened her mouth.
"Oh my GOD! YOU ARE SUCH A NERD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT!!! UGH! TERRIBLE! WHY ARE WE EVEN MARRIED?! NEVER SAY THAT... EVER AGAIN. GOD. JEEZE...YOU...SICK IDIOT"!!! UGH
It was pretty funny.
Okay, really funny.
In fact, if I had a nervous sphincter I believe I would have peed myself.
Also, whenever I hear the word sphincter all I can think about is your mom.
(Because she used to sing the sphincter spasm song, remember?)
*lovelovelove*
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