attack of the sillies
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we salute you

October 30th, 2012

About a month ago, Andrew was watching this hysterical series off of Netflix originating from Animal Planet, entitled Freak Encounters. There was one episode which featured the fabled Mongolian Death Worm. The various narrators and people interviewed were saying this so often that every time someone said it, we’d sing it afterwards, not unlike the beer commercials, “We salute you, Mr. So&So.” Tonight, everything out of my mouth was in the same singsong way. “Take out the garbage!” “Did you have enough coffee?!” We’re easily amused.

graceful as a sack of potatoes

October 30th, 2012

I’ve watched the cat fling himself after the feather toy twice tonight, not caring where his butt landed. He’s flung himself so hard that the momentum of his butt sent him falling over the edge of the bed, to which he hisses at me. I just laugh at him.


October 30th, 2012

Andrew, spontaneously deciding to start singing the Rawhide theme: “Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’…”
Me: “Your Tourettes is showing.”
Andrew and Chris: *laughs*


October 30th, 2012

Me: “26 people reported dead so far due to the storm.”
Andrew: “The heck? How did they die?”
Me: “‘Oh, look, water. AHHHH!’ ‘Oh look, wind. AHHHH!'”
Chris: “Pretty much.”
Andrew: “‘Hmm, I wonder what this end of the gun does. AHHH!'”

embiggened storm

October 29th, 2012

I was telling Andrew about Frankenstorm Sandy, and ran out of facts describing how intense this storm is. So I flailed my arms about, and exclaimed, “It’s Huge! It’s Huge McLargebig!”

thoughts on BBC News

October 29th, 2012

You know, I think I’ve figured out why putting elbows on the table is considered bad manners. I’m watching BBC News, and the female anchor is seated, her bare arms resting on the table in front of her. She’s also leaned forward. It looked as if she was resting her chest on the table, using it as a shelf. It made me blink.

Also, I’ve noticed that the hairdresser for the anchors has been feeling experimental. Yesterday, one of the females looked as if she’d just come out of the shower. Today, one chick has her very short hair bobby-pinned just behind her right ear. It looks as if she had attempted to hairspray her hair in a firm windstorm.

stampede on command

October 22nd, 2012

This. Is. Awesome. I can imagine my dad doing this.

fun with diseases

October 20th, 2012

Andrew and I have this thing where I say something smart-assed, and he pats me softly with his hand and declares, “Beaties!”
So, I said something snarky, and he started patting me again.
Me: “You know, if you beaties me, then you must die, and then you would have die o’beaties.”
Andrew, who’d been told that he’s pre-diabetic but making great progress in pulling himself off of that particular path, started laughing hysterically.

fappy Christmas

October 19th, 2012

Because Andrew and I are both five, we laughed ourselves off the couch, changing every word of recognizable Christmas songs to “fap”. We laughed most at our own rendition of “Carol of the Bells”.

tuckered in

October 17th, 2012

I’m giggling softly as I listen to Andrew struggling to get out of bed. He keeps making, “Arg! Ugh!” sounds, followed by snoring. I think I tucked him in too well.