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

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.