"It's not yogurt. It's mayonnaise."
"Alright, there we go, then."
--Notting Hill
Me: "Looks like we're out of staples."
Brock:"Well, I guess I'll just have to go get some."
Me: [Quietly, so the whole grocery store wouldn't hear, but loud enough to be effective] "GET SOME!"
Good to know that the high school immaturity will always stick around, even if only a little bit.
Also, a poem for Shelly in the Deli, upon hearing the news about her passing of the State Bar exam...which didn't happen to be true.
"Congratulations to Shelly in the Deli, for your success on the test, we wish you the best!"
That one definitely went over the intercom....don't tell the boss, okay?
Your blog makes me happier than you know. I FLIPPIN' LOVE YOU.
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