Mom: "I think you should go and gt a plastic bag-"
Me: "And freeze the soup?!"
Mom: "...I was going to say 'clean the litterbox', but go for it."
As further proof of my weirdness, I offer you stories of my childhood Christmases:
Santa was never a huge figure for me - as I mentioned to Julia, I went from vaguely believing in him to vaguely not-believing in him. Nah, man, I was all about the reindeer! To the point where not only did I have a favorite (Dasher, of course), but I would always have one present 'from Santa'... and one from Dasher. And then one from the reindeer as a group. And we'd leave a glass of milk for Santa, but no cookies - instead, a bag of carrots for the reindeer.
Yeah. I'm totally serious.
And to leave off, I give you this priceless IM from Julio, under influence of her Ambien:
theformerclarity (9:23:32 PM): okay, i gott GO BEFORE i ms ckm zxockxd,mu9vico
theformerclarity signed off at 9:24:13 PM.