The most crazy conversation occurred last night. I mean, I never underestimate the guest, mom and I in a late night talk. it's never ever less than semi-funny, but this one was UPROARIOUSLY hilarious!

Michellina Jolie
11:54 PM CST

We were discussing mom's results to the serial killer quiz and this is how it went:

The Guest: a 4 means she's hiding something

Mom: *mumbling into blanket* mmmph nuh uh

Me: I got a 14!!! I have killing tendencies!! muahahah!

The Guest: I'd like to take this test. I'm very curious

Mom: *raising herself slightly from the bed where she is about to drool* YOU better get a 3! *wagging finger in the guest's general direction* no one who talks about flowers and parades I better worry about...you better not be a liar....

The Guest: *laughs* I'm all about that

Mom: you better be

The Guest: *starts massaging mom's feet* do you want your feet massaged, too? [directed at me]

Me: uh, no thanks. I don't like my feet touched.

The Guest: well, okay. I bet you'd like it if it was *a certain someone*

Me: *ignores comment* want a massage? [directed at mom]

Mom: mmmmhmmmmmm *rolls to the side of bed so I can scootch in*

Me: *rubbing shoulders* ooooh your shoulders are extra red!

The Guest: they get that way when her serial killer tendencies are on hiiigh...when she's ready to strike!!

Mom: *snarls* mmmph...mmmm...I was a teenage w...*snarfle* wuuuf [note: wolf]

Me: OMG! I thought you were going to say t...teee....*bursts into maniacal laughter with tears streaming* t...teeenage mutant ninja...BWAAAAAAH teenage mutant ninja turrrrttlllllle!!!

Mom: *sits up abit* yes, I am michaelanglo

Me: no, you're Michellina [note: as in the italian frozen dinner brand that makes the lasagnas]

The Guest: *pipes in* Michellina Jolie!

All of Us: *bursts into laughter till we're all in our corners with tears coming down and hoooowllling*

Later, mom does end up drooling over her hand when I rub her neck too hard and we all get up to do our prospective nighttime activities. oh, also, if I didn't mention before. mom had some white zinfandel with dinner and that's why she was so out of it that night [not that she isn't usually out of it, but the mumbling and drooling was even moreso hilarious]. very funnny.

I told H.G. and lindsey about it later. H.G. asked what we were all smokin' and lindsey said we were all on crack ...hee!


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Everything else I've done since the last entry, I sort've wrote here.

I'd say that was the most pleasant day with killer sinuses I've had yet! I was in some determination circle of sorts. one thing led to another. yes. oh yeah, the cd I purchased at B&N? The Sugarcubes! only thing besides The White Stripes that looked semi-interesting. there's a skip on the last track, but that's the only complaint I have. I'd say I'd do something of the sort again. especially the end of the day massage which I think I lacked mentioning in that actual post :)

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