Andrew, while preparing our fish & chips supper: How many fish dicks do you want?
|Woah, that's a lot of fish dicks!|
Sidenote: Unfortunately, Andrew is against a full van of children. He thinks two kids is perfect, because he grew up with one brother and his childhood was awesome (i.e., one hit the other in the head with a golf club; they were clearly the best of friends).
|Me, at 16, woking hard at summer camp.|
|Nice, Tika. Real nice.|
Sidenote: Yeah, I never actually felt guilty. It was hilarious.
Sidenote: Lucy's neuroticism clearly comes from my side of the family. Also, yes, we take Lucy everywhere with us either because Andrew can't bear to be without her or he thinks she'll be lonely at home alone. In the case of the latter, we could just fix it if we bought another puppy, Andrew!By the time I was done paying, Andrew was already back in the car and ready to go. So I walked up to the passenger side, started to open the door, and got sprayed in the face with windsheild wiper fluid.
|You get to have a dead animal stare at you while you eat. In Andrew's words, |
"it's just awesome/"
|Apparently this is a deer mating ritual.... I'm flattered, I guess?|
|Behold, Andrew the Steak Sauce Stealer, the cheapest Viking in the land!|
|Yes, because when being asked to pose while sporting a moose rack, it is |
best to look pensive. A+ for that rationale, Andrew.
|I actually had to duck under to be anywhere near him.|
|I apologize in advance for the probable increase in pet photos. Feel free to skip them and mutter "Fuck Christine, stop with the pet shots." Feel even more free to comment "OMG YOUR PETS ARE SO CUTE AND AMAZING!"|
|Really though, what the hell does she mean?!|