Wool socks rock

So a random story. My mom got a bunch of catalogs today. She was looking at one and she was like "I want these shoes," So I was like, "so buy them." Then she was like "they don't come in my size" and I responded, "so, don't buy them". (My mom has narrow feet and has to buy special shoes most of the time, I don't even know why she looks at catalogs). Then she was like, "I want these shoes in my size." (kind of whiny) And we both just laughed. I guess that's not that funny, but it was funny if you were there. Her desperation for the shoes and my nonchalant attitude.

another funny thing just happened that probably won't be funny in a blog either, but I'll tell you anyway.

I've been complaining of being hungry (after I ate dinner) and I'm rummaging through the cabinets and can't find anything to eat. So I look in the cereal cabinet and see a scrunched up bag of Honeycomb that has probably been there for awhile, and I go to my mom, how long has that been there? and she replies, oh probably 2 months at least. And then I'm like, can I throw it away? She's like "no, eat it" but I don't want to eat it and she's like your dad will eat it. And he's kind of apart from the conversation but walks by down the hall and she's like Larry eat the Honeycomb. And there is just silence.---- He is like really confused (i'm giggling as I type this just for your information). Then my mom goes "not right now, for breakfast." That seemed to signify relief for my dad because I think that he thought that he was going to have to eat some stale Honeycomb right then and there when he had just eaten dinner. He was like, "oh (sigh) ok" and kept walking. My mom and I just burst into laughter. My family is weird and all is right with the world.