So the other night when we were at pyroclasticgrub's place, my mother busts this one out on me. (I should preface this by saying that she'd had a few ( Read more... )

So tonight I have to start packing for my trip. This is more of an ordeal than one might think.

See, first I have to do laundry so that I actually have clothes to pack. Invariably there are at least two essential items left out of the first run of laundry because they were hiding in very odd places, such as underpants on the stove*, skirt thrown ( Read more... )

chavvah's mum: Poor kid. What are you going to do tonight?
chavvah: bake a pie, then drink most of my liquor cabinet. Then eat pie.
chavvah's mum: That's my girl.

chavvah: Mum, do you really need seventeen pairs of pants? We're only going for ten days.
chavvah's mum: Seventeen? Fwah. Three!
c: ...fifteen... sixteen...
cm: All right, all right.
c: Keep going. You still have two identical white pairs of pants in there.
cm: They're very light. I need them.
c: you don't.
cm: I do.
c: You don't. You also only ( Read more... )