Let me show you how insane my parents are.
Today my mother sat in the middle of the floor swaying back and forth SINGING her favorite song, "I'm still a guy" by Brad Paisley as loud as she could to me and my sister. However, the actual song was not audibal to us because she had her earphones in. So what im hearing is my mothers not so good singing voice yelling most of the words. The best part? She couldn't remember most of the words, so phrases like these appeared frequently through out the ensemble :
- see your smile cry (?)
and
hmmmmmm fire in a cave!
and
when all the yummm hmm chunk.........I'm still a guy!!
Somehow most of my father's witty comments are directed towards me.For example:
Last week my dad insisted on listening to some weird, outdated chirstmas music for hours.
I pleaded with him to change it and so he stopped the music and said, " Why do you oppose quality katie? Why must your life be filled with crap?"
The scariest part= I already act like both of them.
