Showing posts with label my sister is mean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my sister is mean. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Bea Arthur and Wontons

That's what Bea said.


randomtuesday

Where do I go from Bea, right? Hmm... wontons?


I was at my MIL's yesterday and she sent me home with fresh wontons. Mmmm, fresh wontons... Why was I at my MIL's? Because I was dealing with car problems.
Car guy: Hi, Mr. Dumbass? Ya, our technician looked at the car and says your brake (insert car jargon that I don't understand) needs to be ground down. It's causing the vibrations you've been experiencing.
Me: But it happens when the car is in neutral.
Car guy: Um ...let me call you back.

Speaking of wontons, while researching for a recent job interview I discovered that visible minorities make up 65.1% of my city. Huh? Doesn't that make me the visible minority? Meh, with an Asian wife and half-Asian kids, I'm already the visible minority in my own home.

Speaking of family, does anyone else have a kid that needs to get completely undressed to do their business on the toilet? Liam will not start until he's buck naked. Freak.

Speaking of freaks, here's a comment from my dear sister on my last post:
OMG shut your whining, I have already had 5 knee surgeries, I currently have a fractured elbow and I am NOWHERE near your age...you whining bitch, I should come over there and slap you around a bit. Wow my anger management is really paying off. Love you!

Finally, new from Restoration Hardware, an antique steamer trunk.


Or is it?


I so love this. If it wouldn't look totally out of place in my house and didn't cost $3000 I'd buy one. But it would and it does so I guess I'm stuck with my plain white Ikea table.

Ok, off to the Un Mom's for more Random Tuesday fun.


*Steamer trunk via BB Blog.