My dad got really worried about my swelling thumb. So my mom started asking me things like “Are you afraid of water?!” and generally making him worry more. Just to spite him. My thumb is so fat. Ha.
The cat showed up in front of our house. It just started meowing at our door. My mom started to interrogate it. “Why’d you bite Nicole? Huh? Do you have rabies? Who are you? Does someone own you? Why’d you bite Nicole?, buiset.” I found it quite amusing. The cat just looked at my mom and kept mewling. Then my mom started talking to it about dissecting the head and putting an ultraviolet light over the brain to see what it looks like. The cat purred and started rubbing itself against my momma.
I’m tired and I may go to sleep, soon. Gino is playing God of War. We bought it today after we ate. The guy at the checkout was kind of a douche.
Oh, this morning we were watching the history channel, and it was talking about the mafia and whatnot. And when the narrator introduced Moussolini, it sounded like “…Benito Moussolini, who referred to himself as ‘Il Douche.’” We know it’s Il Duce, but we couldn’t stop laughing. We laugh at the most inconsequential things together. I wish I could record those moments, because nothing extremely funny happens, but we laugh. A lot.
Like this one time, he put down his car visor just before a left turn, then yelled “Ah! I can’t see!” and flipped it back up. I think we laughed for three whole minutes about that.
And whenever the term “Tower of Power” comes up, we can’t help it.
Good night.