McGee
November 30, 2019
Twelve-Year-Old: Holy Mother McGee! Stop breaking the windows!
Security
November 29, 2019
Twelve-Year-Old: Phil Swift does not sell state secrets!
Me: Now that’s a lot of damage… to national security.
Consent
November 28, 2019
Fifteen-Year-Old: Consent, Mom, consent!
Wife: For smelling cheese?
Plywood
November 27, 2019
Me [to Twelve-Year-Old]: Oh, are we playing the stick-out-the-lip game?
…
I won.
…
My phone thinks I said “plywood.”
Taken
November 26, 2019
Me: I’ve taken so many medications, it’s no wonder my poop is coming out weird.
Reaper
November 24, 2019
Me: I just saw a commercial with the Grim Reaper, come to claim someone’s refrigerator.
Still
November 23, 2019
Twelve-Year-Old: Would you please just let me stab you, in the face? For the love of God, it’s not that hard to stand still.
Haiti
November 22, 2019
Me: I admit, so putting the ring on somebody who was unconscious was a—
Friend: Bad idea.
Me: Yeah, bad idea. Like a When I going to get back to Haiti? moment.
Smoke
November 21, 2019
Me: I thought that dead tree was smoke.