This week, my roommate told me that she didn't know Egypt had internet. I had to tell her that there are no longer pharaohs. Then I went into the country's civil war and Mubaric. I also told her about how I thought that my friend's Muslim neighbor was named Mubaric. She couldn't have cared less.
I had a kid who told me that he was going to be the next president. Or host of Family Game night. But not both.
I heard the term "done having a labor", which apparently means that someone has given birth.
Then a few weeks ago, I had a wee one who told me I make kids cry.
And my roommate continues to obsess over Mark Lowry. In a real, crush on him, creepy way. I keep coming in to finding the Phipps Gospel Sing on pause.
And...the man who married my grandpa thought that he was dead. Seriously.
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