attack of the sillies
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caught frolicking

November 29th, 2012

Every time I catch the cat playing with the paper bag on the floor, he looks up at me with a startled “brrrrr?” trill, as if he’s been caught having fun with something he’s not supposed to. It cracks me up every time. “What?”

devilish ditty

November 25th, 2012

Silly ditty while I was cleaning the kitchen:
My hubby has a first name, it’s A-N-D, R-E-W,
My hubby has a last name, it is [mumble mumble cough cough],
He laughs maniacally every day,
and if you ask him why, he’ll say
“‘Cause Satan surely has a way
to take all of our souls away.”

*runs and hides*

like tackling an injured animal on the Serangeti

November 22nd, 2012

I was sitting here on the computer writing away, while the cat occupied himself showing a feather toy who was boss by pouncing upon it and ripping it to shreds. And then he fell off the couch when he got too rambunctious, then took it out on my leg by wrapping his front paws around it and biting me. rofl I’m like, “Is it that kind of morning, cat?”

leather head

November 18th, 2012

So, I put a piece of leather upon Andrew’s head some time ago. He watched TV, answered the phone, and was twiddling upon the computer when he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my god, why is this thing still on my head?!” He’d been carefully balancing it upon his head all that time. I’m glad I was already laying down, for I lost it.

snarky moment

November 18th, 2012

“Me: “Is there anything else that needs cleaning?”
Chris: “Not off the top of my head.”
Me, because she always uses that expression: “But I don’t want to clean the top of your head.”
Chris, mildly annoyed: “Nothing that I can think of at this instant.”

yeah, you should

November 17th, 2012

I find it very offensive when someone has the temerity to tell me the things I should and shouldn’t allow my husband to do. “You should blahblah.” “You shouldn’t drrhurrderrr.” He’s a grown man, not my son. Tell HIM what you think he should do. :P

easily amused

November 13th, 2012

Chris is sick and watching TV at home.
Antagonist on X Files: “Sweet dreams.”
Me, from the kitchen: “Are made of these.”
Chris starts chortling.
Andrew: “Who am I to disagree?”
Chris pauses in laughter. “Yes, Andrew, we know you’ve sailed the seven seas.”
Andrew takes a drink of his coffee philosophically. “Everybody’s looking for something.”
We all lose it.

the fuuuutttuuurrre

November 12th, 2012

Me, excitedly: “Andrew, Andrew, come here!”
Andrew: *trundles out to the kitchen, looks at me expectantly*
Me, overly excited, announces: “Earl Gray, hot!” *pushes a button on the microwave*
Andrew: “…”
Me: *turns to Andrew* “It’s almost like being on the TV show!”
Andrew: *leaves the kitchen*
Me: *cracks up*

unconscious pianist

November 12th, 2012

I find strange stuff while I’m trololoing through the youtubes.


November 11th, 2012

Andrew, bellowing: “I am not five!”
Andrew, then waving his arms and adopting a much more pouty voice: “I want huggies.”
Me: *cracks up*