Together we're Lucy & Ethel, 'cause I'm the red head & we get into all sorts of trouble together. (Don't worry, Mom, not legal trouble.) We plot things that make us giggle...and I snort...and then we act on them & others wonder if there is literally something wrong with our brains.
She's my sister 'cause I told her she is.
She's also 6 inches shorter than me.
She went out with this guy last weekend & this is part of our conversation:
- Ethel:
- ....he is very tall so I feel even shorter around him Lol
- Me:Tuesday
- you are an elf
- When you're sleeping i'm going to tattoo HOBBIT on your ass
- Ethel:
- Lmao and I'll tattoo gigantore on yours lol
- TuesdayMe:
- see that face i'm making? that's at you. i'm not gigantore
- Ethel:
- I'm no hobbit lol
- TuesdayMe:
- i can't help it that your parents didn't love you enough to give you enough growth hormone to make you normal
- Ethel:
- ...I'm a cute elf aleast
- He has a cat
- TuesdayMe:
- your growth was stunted
- uh oh, you better not like his cats better than mine
- Ethel:
- Especially my toe lol
- TuesdayMe:
- ...hobbits have funky feet too
- Ethel:
- I'm done at 10 tomorrow morning ill stop by
- Hobbits have funky feet lol
- TuesdayMe:
- i'll be here tomorrow
- shave your hobbit feet first
- Ethel:
- Lol they are not hairy just freaky
- TuesdayMe:
- i know you wax them so i think you're an elf
- Ethel:
- Lol rather elf than hobbit
- TuesdayMe:
- rather gigantor than either of those
- Ethel:
- Lol
- TuesdayMe:
- You laugh but who are you gonna come running to when you need something that's over 5 feet high?
- Ethel:
- Lmao ill get a ladder hehe who you gonna ask for help when you need to crawl in small area to get something you dropped
- TuesdayMe:
- i'll ask the 6 year old, she's the same size as you
- Ethel:His cat is @14 years old
- The most friendliest and affectionate cat but Watsons personality is awesome
When we are old ladies in a nursing home, I already know what's going to happen...
A loud old lady yelling down the hall, "Eddi! Eddi! I can't reach my feet!"
And I'll be coming down the hall with my walker, one tiny step at a time, "I'm coming with the wax, shut up before I beat you with my walker!"
Hubby says we will be the female version of Grumpier Old Men.
That's us, only the fish would be a jar of wax to take care of her Hobbit feet.
I'm looking forward to seeing the nursing home staffs' faces when they try to figure out why we have Hobbit & Gigantor tattooed on our derrieres. I'm also trying to figure out how to slip Nyquil into her wine so I can knock her out & tattoo her. I need to make sure she's nice & still so I get 3 letters perfectly written on each cheek.
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