Chai Tea: My bosses (ok... I do not know how to spell that... like, should it be Boss's, Bosse's, Boss'... aarrggh. I'm just relating this as it sounded to me. Tell the grammar police to send me the ticket in the mail. If I wanted to I could look it up. I don't want to.) My bosses wife totally reminded me of someone and then one day she came in with her kids and I realized it was YOU.
Me: Oh? In what way?
Chai Tea: Oh, you know, the wild party girl that the second she gets married is all about Jesus... makes dinners for other people all the time... and makes cookies for everybody... and has to have everything perfect and her way and is picky.
Wild party girl?!?! What the heck??? And I so don't have to have everything my way and perfect. If that were true... things would be my way and perfect. And they are not. And I am not picky!!! You know... I am not so sure I want to know what my kids think about me.
Me: You know Frappy... you are playing with fire where Cuppa Joe is concerned.
Frapppy: Maybe I like playing with fire.
Double Shot: Well gosh. Even I, with my Jr. High boy sense of humor, am not willing to put what Double Shot actually was relating to me about going potty at school. I am ashamed to admit that it did make me laugh... and then grimace.
Me: You should not talk to me about that stuff. I am a lady.
Double Shot: BWAAA HAAAA HAAA HAA HA!!!