“lord of the rings is cool, dawson’s creek is nerdy,” the TTHM.
“so you’re kind of a nerd, right?” a bowler at the tournament yesterday.
“why don’t you fucking marry her?” nine-months pregnant sister #3 to her husband after he complimented my new dye job.
“i bet it’s all my tips that paid for the hair do,” another bowler at the tournament yesterday.
“so do i have to go over there?” sister #4 on the phone with me, calling from the bowling alley friday night.
“yes, you fucking do. i don’t want her to go into labor with all those kids around.” [sister #3 was babysitting jaycie, max, and had cade along with her]
“sheesh, you don’t have to swear.”
“that team right there, they’re the ball return humpers of their league,” sister #3 pointing to the freakshows on lanes 7 & 8.
“i’m laying on the couch watching a documentary about competitive scrabble, i think that’s the very definition of unbusy,” me.