@BoomBoomBetty: Short women who cook know the difference between cooking tongs and our special “grabbing tongs” to reach items on the top shelves.
@BoomBoomBetty: [watching him pack his bag to leave]
Me: So this is it, we’re done and you’re leaving me?
Plumber: Uh yes the toilet is unclogged now.
@BoomBoomBetty: [lowering myself Mission Impossible style from the ceiling and hovering over your sleeping body]
Me, whispering: So, what did you mean by “oh.” in that text message?
@BoomBoomBetty: [at bedtime]
5 yo: Leave the door open.
Me: Will that keep you awake?
5 yo: It needs to be open so the shadow people can leave.
Me: [never sleeps again]
@BoomBoomBetty: If a woman wears a hair tie around her wrist you can be sure she is always ready for something, like maybe a brisk jog away from men who misinterpret meaningless gestures as every woman wants to be viewed sexually.
@BoomBoomBetty: I was the only one who would bake with my grandmother. When she died she left her best recipe to everyone except she deliberately left out a crucial step as payback. That’s the level of petty I aspire to.
@BoomBoomBetty: [hangs a sixth set of wind chimes along the property line]
That’s for blasting country music at your backyard party last weekend, Rick.
@BoomBoomBetty: Every family has a crazy aunt.
Me: Our family doesn’t have one of those.
My sisters’ families:
My brothers’ families:
@BoomBoomBetty: Watching the Flintstones and the Monkees as a kid gave me an unreasonable expectation that I would be spending a lot more nights in haunted mansions to inherit my kooky dead uncle‘s fortune.