My brother in law, after eating a sundae that consisted of a peanut butter sauce filled chocolate mini cake, hot fudge, peanut butter sauce, a Reese's cup, and peanut butter and fudge swirled peanut butter cup ice cream (with some whipped cream and two cherries on it):
"I have not put anything this unhealthy in my body for a long time, and right now by body is saying to me, 'You asshole'."
Elizabeth's father texted her a picture of her sister with their cat and the message that the cat had died. I asked her if they were going to get a new cat. Her response?
"No, Mom. You can't just get a new cat to replace the old one. It is just not the same. They have their own personalities. It is like asking someone if they were going to have a new baby to replace the old one when it died. That's just wrong."
I did ask her if she realized that she just compared a cat to a baby and she just shrugged. I may need to rethink this whole baby-sitting thing here...
Talking to Charles's cousin about her new baby:
Cousin: Yeah, she has a lot of hair on her head. And some on her back too.
Cousin's husband: Yeah, she is going to be like her daddy and just have a blanket.
Me, to Charles: Maybe that is what I need to do! I need to grow some back hair! I wonder how I could make that happen so I am not always cold...
Few minutes later, talking about covering yourself up while in bed because if you don't the serial killer who lives under your bed will GET YOU AT NIGHT!!!
Charles: Eh, I always have to have my arms out. I can't stand to have my hand covered, even if they are cold.
Cousin's husband, to me: See? If you figure out the back hair thing, he can just bury his hands in there to keep them warm! LIKE A BLANKET!!!
(Obviously it takes a special kind of person to marry into this family....)