Kit: I'll try tonight, but you may have to remind me.
In my house, there are two oddities. One, the dictionaries are always shortened to "dics". Two, there's this furry cat statue that mom has dubbed the "petrified pussy". Taking these two relatively harmless things into account, here are two conversations that occurred in our house. Similar ones have and will occur again, I promise you.
Conversation 1:
Mom: Where the dic?
Me: Down there... under your petrified pussy.
Mom: Oh, right, so it is.
Conversation 2:
Mom: I can't find it. I've lost my dic.
Me: It's not under your petrified pussy?
Mom: ::looks:: No, no dic there. Man, losing your dic is never good.
Me: Now see, I always know where my dic is...
Mom: ::checks couch:: Look! It was right next to you. You were sitting on the dic!
Me: ...and I didn't even feel it.
Mom: And I thought this was a hard dic...
Mind you, these conversations are referring to harmless, everyday household items.
It's fun being insane. Moreso when you have a parent who matches.
Comments: 1 sigh
. . . I didn't realize what was so wrong until I tried saying it to myself. Then I laughed. ^_^
**remind remind**
( 8:45 p.m. )