Thursday, June 2, 2011
It's like I'm living in a frat house....
Normally that wouldn't be such a great thing, but I love it. Not that I love frat boys...that has never been true.
There's just something so freakin' joyful about Jorge.
She laughs at everything, and makes jokes at the most inappropriate times. She never takes me seriously, has the memory span of a goldfish and refuses to wear anything but gonchies. She thinks showing you a chewed mouthful of food is hilarious. Thinks 'being lazy' is a perfectly good reason for not doing things, and only stares at you confusedly when you don't accept it as such. Drinks milk straight from the carton and draws all over her room mate's body in felt marker 'because it's funny'.
Then there's the physical evidence of her frat boy ways visible all over the house: Half full plastic cups littered everywhere. Under the couch, in the yard, the bed....the shower. DNA stains all over the furniture. Plastic Mardi Gras beads IN MY FREEZER. (?!) You can find party dresses and gonchies strewn throughout my house at any given time. Balloons in the turtle tank?
Jooooorge! Why are there balloons in the turtle tank?!
In the turtle tank?
Yes! In the turtle tank!
Yes Jorge, balloons. Why are there balloons in the turtle tank?
( shrugs shoulders, gives sheepish sideways grin ) Muuuuhhhh-Meeeeee, I loooooove you
I love you too Jorge. And all the nutty things you do. Please take the 'Kinder Surprise' alien out of the salt mill.