We're driving to the beach on Saturday.
Me: Oh, I wanted to tell you that Philosopher-Mom (my family knows who I'm talking about) says that a dog could commit suicide by drowning.
Grownup Girl: Like 2 minutes after we had that conversation I started thinking of the ways dogs could kill themselves.
MusicMan (this is the first he's heard of any of this): A dog could jump off a bridge. A dog could jump in front of a car. There's lots of ways.
So, Kalynne, you were right. Our initial logic was seriously flawed!
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Still in the car. Discussing the fact that GuG and I both end up being leaders in group projects at school.
MM: Well, they'll just have to learn to do it themselves, otherwise what are they going to do when they don't have anyone as neurotic as you around... not neurotic, I mean, "driven."
GuG: Nice move counselor, that will look much better on the transcripts of this conversation.
MM: Well, I know this is going to be blogged.
Me: It will now!
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I compulsively normally do laundry every 2 days. This last week I didn't do any laundry from Sunday through Thursday (huge, HUGE projects and presentations at school).
Me: Boy, that's a lot of laundry. It's amazing you have anything to wear.
Danger Boy: Yeah, you do kind of suck with the laundry lately.
Social Butterfly: Yeah, I noticed it too, but I didn't say anything because I could see you were busy studying.
(Yes, I know they are capable of doing it themselves, but in the interests of energy conservation, neuroses yada yada, I'd rather do it myself).
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Danger Boy is getting a haircut. He falls asleep in the chair (this happens every time he gets a haircut) and his head jerks forward. No damage done.
Hairdresser: Whoa! You fell asleep.
DB (dryly): Yeah, she (looks at me) started talking.
Hairdresser (looks at me, shocked): ??!
Me: Ouch! Serious burn.
Laughter all around. What can I say? When you use the snark on them they end up using the snark on you.