Damn You, Netflix…You’re Making Me Creepy

(Yet another text conversation gone wrong.)

Ryan: There’s nothing like the smell of spring practice.  The dead grass…the ridiculous parental expectations.

Me: Has any one talked, yet, about the time they “went to state”?

Ryan: Fortunately, those parents are all at Pop Warner.  There actually aren’t that many parents here.  It’s quiet.  Too quiet…

Me: Ruh Roh.  That’s how it always is right before someone trips over what they think is a helmet, and it turns out to be a severed human head.

Ryan: Megan…

Me: Yes…

Ryan: Stop binge watching Bones.  Immediately.

Hey, We’ve Met…None Of This Should Come As Any Surprise

(Yes, I know this picture has NOTHING to do with the post, but it amused the crap out of me, so that’s enough in my book.)

Caolinn: “Our sports assembly was stupid. They let the golf team hit numbered balls into the stands, and if you caught one, you got a doughnut. Now, please tell me…what teenage girl is going to want balls flying at their face?”

Me: *snort*

Caolinn: (sigh) “Mother, please…”