Wow, You Made That Reference.
If you've spent any face time with me, you will notice two things immediately: 1) I am short, and 2) I am loud, despite my best efforts to speak at normal-human volume like my alien leaders taught me before I landed. Such is the joy of being friends with me, to which Dean and Ron will attest.
So the brother-in-law has taken to calling me a Hobbit because, as mentioned before, I am short. I'm five-two-and-a-quarter on the days I can bother to stand upright, he's six feet even when slouching, therefore, I am a Hobbit. Yesterday we were discussing my lack of height and surfeit of sound when this happened:
Brother-in-law: "I didn't know anyone as little as you could make so much noise."
Me: "Hey, in our family, if you aren't loud enough to talk over everyone else, you don't get heard."
Brother-in-law: "Yeah, but you're so little and so fucking loud. You look like Lord of the Rings, but you sound like 300."
Me: "Bwahahaha! That's too perfect."
Brother-in-law: "Your new war cry should be 'This. Is. THE SHIRE.'"
Me: [cries laughing] "I hate you so much."
He's such a jerk. I'm totally going to smack him when I stop laughing.
Sometimes, a blue mood can only be alleviated by having peppercorn goat cheese on toast and watching an impossibly young Ryan Reynolds crack wise on Two Guys, A Girl, And A Pizza Place. I did both. It was a good Sunday morning.
So the brother-in-law has taken to calling me a Hobbit because, as mentioned before, I am short. I'm five-two-and-a-quarter on the days I can bother to stand upright, he's six feet even when slouching, therefore, I am a Hobbit. Yesterday we were discussing my lack of height and surfeit of sound when this happened:
Brother-in-law: "I didn't know anyone as little as you could make so much noise."
Me: "Hey, in our family, if you aren't loud enough to talk over everyone else, you don't get heard."
Brother-in-law: "Yeah, but you're so little and so fucking loud. You look like Lord of the Rings, but you sound like 300."
Me: "Bwahahaha! That's too perfect."
Brother-in-law: "Your new war cry should be 'This. Is. THE SHIRE.'"
Me: [cries laughing] "I hate you so much."
He's such a jerk. I'm totally going to smack him when I stop laughing.
Sometimes, a blue mood can only be alleviated by having peppercorn goat cheese on toast and watching an impossibly young Ryan Reynolds crack wise on Two Guys, A Girl, And A Pizza Place. I did both. It was a good Sunday morning.