They tried to make me....

Dad, playing Angry Birds: It's hard to get all these pigs.

Me: You should get Younger Child to give you some pointers. <i>Younger child is three.</i>

Dad: Should I go wake him up? (obviously joking)

Mom: Noo, no, no no.

(simultaneously) Me: Yes.

(a minute of silence)

Mom: Poor girl.

(brief silence)

Me: Who, me? (the only female who lives here)

Mom: That Amy Winehouse.

Me: What??

Mom: She had that song about rehab and she said no, no, no. She should have gone.

Me: ..............................................

Heads up!

Incoming!

After telling me for months that they want to come in May, but putting it off, they called today to say they are coming on Monday. Monday through Saturday. Of the one week this year that includes both my birthday and one of the kids', and my husband will be out of town for part of it. The perfect storm, if you will.

In I am not an old dude on a horse news,

My mom keeps saying, "Diabeetus." Because she made a bitchy comment about my parenting, I commented on it. 

And somehow I don't care...

It's awfully crowded in here....

Dad is listening to a song I suspect is called "Paper Roses" so loudly on his tinny netbook speakers (and tiny, but most annoyingly tinny) so loudly that I have had to use headphones to watch a movie on my laptop 20 feet away in the next room.  

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.