Me: I have this terrible deep cough. I don't get it. It's my only symptom and nothing hurts.
Joshua: Maybe it's tuberculosis. Or whooping cough!
Me: Ummm. I've been inoculated.
Joshua: BY WHO!? WHERE!?
Me: What are you talking about? I was a baby. Like immunization. I was immunized as a baby for whooping cough.
Joshua: Oh. I thought you meant immaculate.
Me: Like Jesus and the immaculate birth?
Joshua: Ya.
Me: Ya Jesus wasn't inoculated.
Joshua: We should have a shotgun wedding.
Me: I don't think you know what that means.
(On the pros and cons of marriage vs elopement)
J: A wedding dress is just a waste of money if you are wanting to elope.
Me: Oh but I could wear it for engagement pictures, the elopement, and the reception.
J: You have a reception in denim.
Me: I hope our kids look like you and think like me.
J: Oh I hope they look like me or we got bigger issues than denim.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Working from home today.
Working from home today. Aka sitting in my bed on my laptop making a list of things that I will never do to my poor children if/when I have them.
I should preface this rant with the fact that my parents, especially my dad, are borderline DEAF and don't hear ANYTHING at a decent volume unless you volunteer to drive the family to Taco Bell and your music is "what is this shit? Turn it down for Pete's sake". And you were listening to it on your headphones. Ya. That kind of deaf.
Anyways, yesterday I answered the home phone even though it is never for me and it was a recording that the Washington County Courthouse would be open at 10am on Monday. I wrote it down in the event that it was actually necessary for someone to know. Because had I not wrote it down, it would have been vital information. So this morning my dad finds the note and wants to know why in the world I needed to know that. So I'm trying to tell him from across the room about the phone call and how I just wrote it down and it's probably an instance that everyone in the phonebook got a call like this because then no one would have an excuse not to get their stuff done (other than the weather/roads). But my dad didn't hear me. He didn't hear me 4 times in a row. So finally, my patience is GONE. So I say, "Oh. My. Word. It was just a recording."
And now I'm getting a lecture about how I have an attitude problem.
#getmeoutofthishouse
~Amber
I should preface this rant with the fact that my parents, especially my dad, are borderline DEAF and don't hear ANYTHING at a decent volume unless you volunteer to drive the family to Taco Bell and your music is "what is this shit? Turn it down for Pete's sake". And you were listening to it on your headphones. Ya. That kind of deaf.
Anyways, yesterday I answered the home phone even though it is never for me and it was a recording that the Washington County Courthouse would be open at 10am on Monday. I wrote it down in the event that it was actually necessary for someone to know. Because had I not wrote it down, it would have been vital information. So this morning my dad finds the note and wants to know why in the world I needed to know that. So I'm trying to tell him from across the room about the phone call and how I just wrote it down and it's probably an instance that everyone in the phonebook got a call like this because then no one would have an excuse not to get their stuff done (other than the weather/roads). But my dad didn't hear me. He didn't hear me 4 times in a row. So finally, my patience is GONE. So I say, "Oh. My. Word. It was just a recording."
And now I'm getting a lecture about how I have an attitude problem.
#getmeoutofthishouse
~Amber
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