Why I Love My Sister

I had my wisdom teeth done Wednesday. I will discuss that later. The important thing is this conversation I just had over IM with Shana.

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
Ith hath more teabath thuffed in me mouf

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
vhat you say

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
TEABAGTH!!! IN ME MOUF!!!

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
you have a teabag in your mouth?

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
yes
one on each side

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
vhy
chipmunkth.

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
Jason says it's supposed to help with clotting, and they do make me mouf feel better

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
do you looka' fool?

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
oh hellz yes

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
are the tags hanging out? because that would be really funny.

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
especially since I also have my head sock on
YES, YES THEY ARE

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAA
I lub you.

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
stop, you're making me giggle, making me squeeze my mouth, making tea squirt out

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
LMAO I'M IMAGINING

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
I'M IMAGINING A TEA CUP BESIDE YOU AND IT'S SQUIRTING INTO THE CUP

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
I am blocking you

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
I am laughing to myself.
SIIIIISHER

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
NO!!

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
it's okay, I have settled

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
ohhhh
I may have to blog of this moment

goodness, that one almost got me. says:
it was a good moment, in my head at least

stacyandjason212@yahoo.com says:
it was all around
except on my chin

The stupid ones in my life.

Last night, I opened my back door and called for Barkley and Caden. They wouldn't come. Some clapping and obscenities later, I could hear their collars jingling, but they still wouldn't come. I wimpily snuck around to the side yard, where it was dark and I couldn't' see them. I could still hear them jingling around. I thought perhaps the basement door had blown open, so I went in the house, went down to the basement, and opened the stair door. No dogs. I went to the front porch - they weren't running around in the street, and I couldn't hear any old ladies shrieking. I still heard them. I went back inside, to find Jason staring at me inquisitively. I told him what was going on, and he went outside to investigate. The back gate had blown open, and he found them running along the fence in the neighbors' yard, panicking and frantically trying to figure out how to get back in, as it was dark and they apparently forgot that the open gate was around the corner.

(PS - Only my dogs would have a break for freedom and spend it trying to get back in. It's what they do. When they do get out and a neighbor happens upon them, they spend their time hopping excitedly at them, and then immediately run up on our porch and continue hopping, waiting for the neighbor to ring the doorbell for them so I will let them in and call them retarts and cow udders and whatever else flies out of my crazy mouth (after I shut the door and the neighbor goes away). It's true)

ALSO! Shana found a used tape from my old typewriter. I had used all the reel up, so you could see the outline of everything I had written on it. Apparently, Shana found it, took all the tape out of it, and spent three hours reading it all. She was very, VERY confused. She confronted me with it, wondering what it was and how it happened, and I seized the day and convinced her that, "Duh, I had a tape recorder when we were little! Remember? They record the converstions, how else would they know to play it back!! Loser!!"
And now, up until she reads this blog post, she believes that there are little typewriters in tape recorders, physically typing everything that is spoken into them for playback value.

She's a stubborn one.

We got Liz inspected. It had been two months since we had been even able to drive her, so we were very excited to get everything fixed. New tires, driver's side DOOR!!, new side mirror, new brakes, new belts, etc.
$487 later, we were steadfastly ignoring how much it cost to be excited about having a working car. We opened the doors, yelled, "HEEYYYYY!" in celebration, and drove home. We got home, turned off the car, and














the driver's side door won't open.

The Pissy Kissy dance

The following is a video of my daughter when she has a bad day. Nothing wrong in particular, just gassy. Prior to this, she had screamed through an hour nap, came downstairs and screamed for EAT???, screamed all through lunch without touching anything, and then promptly began screaming for NIGH NIGHHHHHHT???
File this under: Why Stacy's Done Having Kids

Proof that baking in an insane asylum for nine months bodes no good.

We went to the mall. I was looking around for bras. Kristen was on her best behavior, and trying very hard. As most of you know, this is very hard for toddlers, especially a kid of mine. I could see the crazy just about leaking out her ears. She was looking around and I could see her dying to burst.
I was talking to one of the salespeople as she started shaking. I could practically hear whistles and sirens blowing.
Suddenly, in her little girly, high pitched, squeally voice, she threw her arms in the air and hooted, "BOOOOOOOBS!!!"
Having opened the bottle, she couldn't stop and mouth diarrhea hit. She screamed, "BUTT!!! 'GINAHHH!!! PeeeeewwwwwPPPPPPPPPPPP-PUH!!"
And then she fell over. Ate carpet right there.

NTS: Ask pedi about prevalence age of Tourette's at next checkup.