Friday, December 24, 2010

Happy Holidays!


Wishing you a wonderful holiday season. 
xoxo ~Harry & Jo

:)

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Smoke if you got 'em...

Mom, who always enjoys a juicy piece of gossip, tells me:

"Did you hear about that trush, Miley Cyrus? She's been smoking bombs."

Now, that's talent.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Worrywart

Mom sees danger in all things. Give her half a second and she will inevitably come up with precisely why and how something or some situation is unsafe. She is what one calls a "worrywart."

Take this recent conversation for example. Mom was was aware I'd be going to a place that had a flight of steep steps. Naturally, she had some advice for me.

Mom: Be careful going up and down those steps.

I just stared, silently, at her. If I hadn't learned to climb a flight of stairs by this point in my life, there was no help for me. Catching on, she responded:

Mom: Well, I think about those things. I know you don't like that. But I can't help it. I'm a little crazy.

My thoughts exactly.


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Overheard from the Living Room

Dad to Mom: You know, it's getting harder and harder to share your company. 

Ain't love grand? ;)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

10-Second Delay

11/28/10.

At a restaurant -- well, that's stretching it -- at Olive Garden with mom and dad. Dad's on a 10-second delay the entire night, which (as you can imagine) complicated the ordering process.

Dad: What are the soups?
Waitress: Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana.
Dad: I'll have the Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: It's either Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana. One's with chicken and one's with sausage.
Dad: Right, Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: Zuppa Toscana?
Dad: Yeah.

 So, the soup comes to the table. Dad is perplexed.

Dad: This isn't creamy.
Me: Nope, cause you got the Toscana.
Dad: I wanted what you have.
Me: It's good. Eat it.
Dad: Phew... this is spicy!

The waitress comes back to the table.

Waitress: How is everything?
Dad: Boy, this soup is spicy. Do you have a crying towel?
Waitress (confused): Yeah, it is a spicy soup.

Crying towel. Not a Kleenex. Not a tissue. A "crying towel" -- which is apparently a real thing where he comes from. Who knew?