Last night I was at my mom’s house watching a movie, and when I came home my purse had mysteriously migrated to the kitchen table. It was quite late, and Denis was snoring loudly resting his eyes on the couch. I woke him up to tell him I was home, and asked why my purse was sitting on the table. His reply? “Your phone started beeping. It wanted more power.” For some reason I found this hysterically funny…
Tonight after my concert we all went out for ice cream with my parents. Last time I got Carrie strawberry ice cream, and I got my favorite: mint chocolate chip. Carrie ate my ice cream and ignored the strawberry. So this time I got her the mint chocolate chip and I ordered myself a root beer float – figuring I’d get at least a taste of hers since she wouldn’t come close to finishing it. She freaked every time she got a chip in her mint chocolate chip ice cream and scraped it out of her mouth. With her fingers. And then tried to wipe it on me, my mom, the table, wherever was convenient. Eventually Carrie ended up eating the vanilla soft serve out of my root beer float and I ended up with sticky green ice cream everywhere. Sigh. Next time I’m ordering us both vanilla soft serve. At least it will be easier to clean up! (The really bad part of all this is that it’s nearly 10 PM and she’s nowhere near asleep yet.)