family. can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em.

[crankylex]

THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY FAMILY NO. 2,768

(after searching for my car keys for 15 minutes, I reluctantly place a call to Sara at work as I am late for an appointment with my shrink)

Lex:  Hey, have you seen my car keys?

Sara:  Ummmm...

Lex:  Do you have *my* car with you?

Sara:  The seat of the baby carriage!

Lex:  Is this word association?  Fishsticks!

Sara:  Tartar sauce!!  No.

Lex:  No, this is not word association, or no, tarter sauce is the wrong answer?

Sara:  No, it's not word association, your car keys are in the baby carriage on the back porch.

Lex:  ...Oh, I was totally going to look there next.  What the fuck?

Sara:  The were on the hood of your car and I didn't want them to blow off.

Lex:  But why were they on the hood of the car?  [Said in the same tone as, "But why is the rum gone?"]

Sara:  I put them there.

Lex:  ...  Never mind.

Comments

[mightyjesse.livejournal.com]

I just love knowing that there are certain family members that you can call to inquire about the last know location of random items. (In my family, I am that person. The best this month was my brother calling me from Pittsburgh to ask "If you were mom, where would you keep cake pans?")

*PS - Answer to that question? "Not in the kitchen. Check the laundry room. Mom doesn't bake... I'll bet dad was using them to soak tools in heinous solvents..." My brother drove to my house to borrow one of my cake pans.

Lexie, Lexie, Lexie....

[artemis2050.livejournal.com]

...you read Customer_sucks too? I shoulda known.

Family. What can you say? Just gotta love 'em.

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!!!

It's so true. Sara's usually the one to call first, because chances are, she has mooched the item in question.

As for the cake pans, when I was growing up, my father was a mechanic (when he was there, of course).

Nothing was safe, not the cutlery, not the baking pans, not even the measuring cups. :-)

Re: Lexie, Lexie, Lexie....

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

OF COURSE I do, m'love.

The suffering of others makes my own not quite so bad in comparison.

[tangofic.livejournal.com]

lol