While shopping at Kohl's on Saturday:
Lilly was in trying on a dress, I walk into the dressing room to find her struggling to get her arms in the fabric straps meant to keep the dress hanging nicely on the hanger.
L: I can't hardly get my arms in these straps.
Me: (While dying of laughter) Baby those are to hang the dress on a hanger properly.
L: OH!
While waiting in the drive thru at Sheridan's (frozen custard shoppe):
I am on the phone with K, who is taking her kids to get ice cream also. We talk on the phone Every.Single.Day at least once a day, usually more. It's very good cell phone usage is unlimited on the weekends and that we both have unlimited long distance at home.
Me to Kale: I want the Chocolate Mousse Pothole.
K to Me: Did you just say Chocolate Mousse BUTThole?
Me to K: NO, POThole.
K and her kids were laughing hysterically at that point talking about my butthole ice cream.
Me to K: Well, it could be called Butthole, since it's vanilla with a chocolate circle in the middle. But I don't think they'd sell much of it.
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I dunno, in Japan and Korea they're really into the whole poop thing.
I think Id have to pass on that. lol
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