Tomato
Cousin J to Brother 2: Would you please stop buttering my tomato?
Cousin J to Brother 2: Would you please stop buttering my tomato?
Posted by Vanessa at 10:58 AM 0 comments
Dad: You need to wear your safety glass at all times in the shop. You need to follow the trends set by the trend setter. The European trend setter.
Me: You're not European.
Dad: I could be!
Posted by Vanessa at 5:01 AM 0 comments
Dad: You didn't eat my coleslaw.
Me: I don't like coleslaw.
Dad: Would you like a fork in your neck?
Me: No...
Dad: I just though, that someone who doesn't like coleslaw would be the type of person to like a fork in their neck.
Posted by Vanessa at 4:12 PM 0 comments
Dad: Did you see the picture of Ron Jeremy I found for Grandma?
Posted by Vanessa at 12:20 PM 0 comments
Yesterday was the championship party.
Me: You would think with all the Bears shirts and decorations, they were playing today or something.
Brother 1: We are still rooting for the Bears. You know what's going to happen in the Superbowl, right?
Me: What?
Brother 1: The game will be tied 0-0, it will go into 7 over times, and the Bears will be declared the winners.
Me: Oh, ok.
Posted by Vanessa at 6:12 PM 0 comments
Brother 1: Mom and I are getting our motorcycle licenses. We're going to ride across country.
Me: Is Dad getting his too?
Brother 1: Nope. He's going to ride on the back of Mom's.
Posted by Vanessa at 10:14 AM 0 comments
Brother 1: Who's William Shatner?
Me: Dr. Spock.
Brother 1: He's my favorite person.
Me: Why?
Brother 1: He's the sexiest man alive.
Dad: You're a weirdo.
Brother 1: You've never stared into Dr. Spock's eyes like I have.
Posted by Vanessa at 11:13 AM 2 comments
Dad: I'm boycotting cheese.
Me: Why?
Dad: Green Bay won last week.
Posted by Vanessa at 12:37 PM 0 comments
I'm in the laundry room. Dad closes the door and turns off the light. 30 seconds later, he turns the light back on and comes in giggling.
Me: That's not funny.
Dad: You're right. This is serious stuff. So serious I pooped my pants.
Me: You better take care of that.
Dad: Nah, I'm leaving it there, saving it for later.
Me: You're saving your poop for later?
Posted by Vanessa at 6:55 PM 0 comments
Me (on the phone): How's Grandma's arm? Is it broken?
Mom: Yeah. She fractured it.
Mom bursts out laughing.
Me: What's so funny?
Mom: Grandma just told me that she has a wedgie.
Posted by Vanessa at 4:44 PM 0 comments
Me: I changed your name to Poo on the football sheet.
Brother 1: Sweet!
Posted by Vanessa at 12:08 PM 0 comments
We're pulling up to a stop light and the driver of the car next to us has his door open.
Mom: We're going to take off that guy's door.
Brother 1: He's probably hocking a lugie like Aunt K.
Mom: What?
Brother 1: Aunt K does that all the time, opens her car door and hocks a lugie on the ground.
Mom: I don't believe you.
Brother 1: Call her up, she'll confirm my story.
Posted by Vanessa at 2:04 PM 1 comments