Sheeeet my fam says

Oh Kath.

Sista sent me a text last week:

To add to this story, Kath has a bedazzled pair of sunglasses.  When I first saw them I said, "Where the hell did you get those?"  She told me she ordered them.  "On purpose?"  I asked.  "I swear I did not choose them.  They must have given me the wrong ones." she replied.  Kath has lost all credibility with her latest order.

It's so embarrassing to go out in public with her when it's sunny.

Anyway.  Because I am the wise ass that I am, I called Kath after reading Meaghan's text.


"MOM!  I am so annoyed." I said.
"Why honey?" she asked.
"I ordered a brown shirt last week and when I opened it the shirt was purple."  I said.
"Hmmph.  Let me tell you my story.  I just ordered a pair of glasses and THEY WERE brown---OH you are such an ass!"


I think she's part to blame for my being such an ass.  And good looking.

I kid!

I think Sista is taking after Kath a bit.  The other day she was playing with her new iPhone.  I was the lucky caller on the other end while she toyed around. 

"What happens when you plug the headphones in?" she asked.
"I dunno." I replied.
"OK.  Hold on.  I am plugging them in.  Tell me if you can hear me. Hello?" she said.
"I can hear you." I said.
"Cool!  It's like BlackTooth."

Like mother, like daughter.

Not much else is going on.  The big move went well.  The bf has come to love my childhood stuffed bear (he obviously lives with us).  I told the bf that he is Herbie's father.  When I told Kath this she said I should see a psychiatrist.  The bf LOVES when he finds Herbie all dressed up in his clothes. 

Like father, like son.


That's all for now.  Enjoy the weekend.  I'll tell Phyllis ya'll said hello.