Sister Lindsay and Madre discovered a new app on Friday… and by discovered a new app, I really mean moved into it’s house and took it’s name… all the while slowly turning into 5-year-old boys. It’s times like these padding the walls seems like a splenderiful idea. No joking around. They played with that thing, laughing like hyenas for HOURS on Friday night… they then woke up on Saturday morning and did it all over again. As for me, I’ve always been kind of a chick with a stick up her hindquarters, so after about 10 minutes, that dagnabbed app had overstayed it’s welcome. What is this app that Madre downloaded onto her newish iPad? It’s called Talking Tom… basically a cat who you can talk to and then he repeats back what you say in a higher more chipmunky voice… LOLOLOLOLOL… We ain’t rocket scientists over in this here household I tell you what! I would like to publicly apologize to any neighbors who might have thought there was a Fran Drescher convention going on up in this here joint Friday night. The cackling will be kept to a minimum at any future conventions.
Of course I had to get video proof. Some people think I over exaggerate things coughcoughFAMILYcoughcough… and that may be true… but definitely not so in this instance. Disclaimer: For those of you who are not 5-year-old boys and/or boys going through puberty, fair warning on some of the word choices… I am not related… I really am not!
Makes you want to eat graham crackers and then go to recess don’t it? Did I mention I wasn’t related? Because I’m not!!
Question of the Day: What makes you laugh?