Keeping an eye out...

One of the neighbors is working on his yard, which involves pulling up some plants that are done blooming for the season.

The parents are planning how to sneak over and cut the mostly-dead flowers off the pile by the street.

They're here...

The parents are here for a long weekend,  and they brought a little cereal.

Spiders!

Talked to my mom today.  She told me, with great excitement, that she'd found a bag of spider rings!

me: Spider rings?

her: Yeah! A whole bag of them!

me: Okay...

her: Do you want me to bring them?

(stunned pause)

me: Give them away at Halloween.

her: Oh! That's a good idea! Are you sure you don't want them??

me: Yes.

It's a real cliffhanger

Husband and I went out last night and left the kids with Mom, Dad, and The Sister.  We had dinner and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, which is the first part of a two-part movie made from a single book.  I've read the book a few times and very much looked forward to seeing the film adaptation.  

So we got home, and Dad asked me how I liked it.  I said it was really good and I enjoyed it.  He looked a little perturbed and said, "It's a real cliffhanger, though!"

Um.

Yeah, Dad.  It's half a book. 

Picture it - Christmas dinner.  Dad is drinking Mountain Dew from a champaign glass.

Klassy.

I saved the coffee pot from being ravaged by Mom and The Sister.

Mom: I turned the coffee pot off.

Me: O....kay. (It auto-turned off an hour ago, so this confused me.)

Mom: WELL, there wasn't a lot of coffee left. (This was whispered as if having a little leftover coffee was somehow shameful.)

Me: Okay.

A few minutes later.....

Mom: The Sister, we'll have to make more coffee if you want any....

The Sister: growl snarl hiss whine

Mom: How do we do this.

Insert a few minutes of clanks and clacks with snipey whispering.

Dad: They might need some help....

Me: Am I going to have to go make coffee?

Dad: No, no, just tell them what to do.

I give him a look.

Dad: Or maybe show them how this once.

I went and made the coffee, and then on the way back to my seat mentioned to Dad that I'd used the coffee pot for the first time this morning.

Merry Trashmas

They gave Husband a gift wrapped in a trashbag. When he ripped it open, Mom cried, "Oh no! That was a good trash bag..."

Not even a bow.