Me: These five words I swear to you, when you breathe I want-
Him: Stop singing to the mustard
Me: *stands up and closes fridge* Whatever.
Playing Tubular Bells to end the baptism wasn’t quite the closing my aunt was looking for but in my defense it did clear out the church.
Don’t touch my nutella with your banana.
Easiest and quickest way to get me to shut up, open my mouth and get on my knees is to simply make it rain Skittles.
The rain is pounding so hard I’m kind of jealous.