1. On the phone with my mom (aka Oma), who lives in Southern California.
Oma: It's freezing here today! I'm wearing my Ugg boots and jeans and... what do you call that soft material?
Me: Fleece?
Oma: Yes, a fleece sweater... it's SO cold!
Me: What is it, like, 50? I bet it's the same temperature it is here, it's like 50 or 55, and I'm in flip flops and a T-shirt.
Oma: Ok, now I have to go see what it is. (Walks to the backyard to check the thermometer.) Well...(sheepishly) it's 60! But it feels so cold!
---
2. With my toddler, in the car.
Her: Blah, blah, blah*, Thomas...blah, blah, blah, George...blah, blah, blah, Texas...blah, blah, blah, Sister...blah, blah, blah... WHAT NUMBER IS THAT BUS?!!!??!!
Me: 441.
Her: IT ISN'T!!! WHERE IS IT GOING?!!!?!
*she wasn't actually saying "blah, blah, blah" just a constant stream of mostly incomprehensible toddler chatter
Moral of the story: Crazy is a genetically inherited trait.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
You are too funny! I can totally picture Chelsea in the backseat yelling at you about the bus because Scott would do the same thing. "Where is it going?!!" I love it.
I feel for poor Jeremy, stuck with 3 crazy girls. Meanwhile, my 3 boys drive me more crazy whith each passing day, but I love every minute of it.
Love the blog, you should write professionally.
P.S. Happy belated Bday
love, trace
Post a Comment