SGIDK: "How was the skiing today?"
Me: "I didn't go."
SGIDK: "Well, what the hell happened to your hair then?"
And one between me and the Live Acorn the other day as I was showing her this blog:
LA: "Cool! How many followers do you have?"
Me: "ummm ... one, I think."
LA: (pausing just long enough to communicate how truly pathetic she thinks I am) "Oh."
The fog this morning was pretty darn cool, except for the hordes of undead zombies roaming the streets in search of human flesh upon which to feast. That part sucked.
I discovered that my bad psycho-dog gets really freaked out when she's on the bed and you move your hand under the bedspread toward her. I mean REALLY freaked out, like jumping 3 feet in the air freaked out. I've gone from telling her to get off the bed to actually encouraging her to get up there just so I can do it. I hope it's true that all dogs go to heaven, so there won't be any where I wind up to exact their revenge.