attack of the sillies
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going nuclear

September 15th, 2013

Andrew and Chris are watching CSI:NY, the episode dealing with radioactive evidence. Andrew’s been making terrible science puns. I gave him a look. He and Chris both looked at me. “Iso-NOPE,” I said in my best grumpy cat impersonation.

off her back like a duck

September 14th, 2013

Chris shinied up her rubber dress with lube.

I regarded it for a moment. “You know, if anyone tries to hug you tonight, they’re going to slide right off.”


September 13th, 2013

Andrew to friend: “See? She drives me nuts!”
Me: “Well, why did you install the steering wheel there?” *flounces away*
Andrew: “…”

squicked myself over a green bean that wasn’t

September 9th, 2013

Me: *steps on something wet and squishy*
Me: *picks up thing from carpet*
Me: *looks at it closely*
Me: “A green bean? What–OH GOD OH GOD–”
Me: *flicks slug off of finger and into trash*
Me: “UGH UGH UGH UGH” *washes hands and dances around squicking for five minutes while Andrew and Chris laugh at me*

’tis I!

September 3rd, 2013


Check out the smexy photos of firefighters rescuing cats. Especially the last one.

he still has the worried look to this day

September 1st, 2013

After giggling at Andrew last time he went to the Farmer’s Market and returned with POTATOES, he returned this time with a leek, cukes, crookneck squash (LOL), and some fruits. I still remember the first time I cooked that kind of squash (thanks sis!):
Me: *cooking it with a little butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon*
Andrew: *appears in kitchen, brows furrowed, looking very concerned*
Me: “Would you like to try some?”
Andrew: “…” *scowls*
Me: *hands him a fork with a piece speared on it*
Andrew: *carefully eats the offered piece, grunts, and walks off, still looking concerned*
Me: *finishes cooking them, hands Andrew a small bowl of the stuff*
Andrew: *brows resting upon his nose, accepts the bowl quietly*
Me: *flits off to the other room to do something, comes back out*
Andrew: *hands me empty bowl*
Me: *giggles softly to self as I dish up more*
Andrew, a few days later after another serving of squash: “I… like… squash.” He sounded terribly confused. I chortled.

And in a comment:
With subsequent servings:
Andrew: “Thank you for the PUMPKIN PIE!”
Me, totally teasing him: “But it was squas–”

mocking the montage

August 31st, 2013

Chris has been watching a lot of crime shows on Netflix lately. So every time I hear the trendy music without any dialog, I belt out, “Forensic montage!” kinda like in the linked video. She rolls her eyes.

Today, I was extra annoying: “Forensic montage, gonna find some fingerprints, yeah, it’s forensics, science is cool, they’re gonna recompile that data YEEAHHH!” in the most terrible high-pitched sing-song voice ever. I think her eyes rolled clear out of her head on that one.

I’m a terrible person

August 13th, 2013

I sang along to Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”: “Your own… personal… hey-soos…” *hides*

My friends started adding lyrics. One particularly creative gent:

Your own Personal Jesus
Someone to mow your lawn
I’ll be there at dawn.
Call up your amigo
I’ll make you a burrito

Take a little rest
Put me to the test
Things on your repair list
I will fix them up my best
I will deliver
You know I’m a foreigner
Reach out and touch faith

Me: You are all TERRIBLE PEOPLE! I’m proud to call you friend.

makin’ his way downtown

August 10th, 2013

Grand Theft Auto IV Piano Car – A Thousand Miles

Why does absurdity make me fall onto the floor crying with laughter? Here’s a gentleman, tickling the ivories nonchalantly as he drives his piano through the city streets. Heehee! XD

A friend commented: “I laughed the hardest when he turned around to shoot at the cop car behind him. XD”

I replied: “Eff you, lousy music critics!”

pole position

July 15th, 2013

Chris was standing on the other side of the intersection, waiting for the light to change so that I could get across. She was attempting to shade herself from the sun, which was almost directly behind me, so she stood behind the light pole. I called out, “I can still see you!” She called back, “I wasn’t trying to hide from YOU.” Heeheehee.