It is kinda’ a running joke in this house...
If you do something to tick me off, or something especially embarrassing or funny, I threaten to blog it.
An example of this came this morning when J and B were brushing their teeth in the bathroom. I was walking down the hall and I heard J grunting.
“What’s goin’ on in there J? Are you going #2 with B in there?”
J: (horrified) “No mom!” Which was immediately followed by, “Great! You’re going to blog this, aren’t you?!”
Me: (Matter of factly,) “Why yes I am son. Yes I am.”
And I always live up to my word. :)
More often than not, my threats are empty ones. Well, lets be honest...99% of the time my threats are empty ones...but it is fun to see them squirm nonetheless.
Another running joke around here is dealt out by none other than our littlest guy, L.
Everyday B and L call me after they eat their lunch. L tells me what he ate for lunch and how much of it he ate, and then I give him my very best scientific will a** guess on how many carbs to enter into his pump. After I give him a number, he precedes to hand the phone to B…but not before he deals out this little nugget of pure hilariousness…
He lowers his voice as much as he can, (Pretending he is B,) and then says in a super fast, super dopey kinda’ way, “Hello, this is B. How many carbs for that meat??”
And then he hands the phone to B laughing hysterically.
He does this EVERY. DAY.
When my husband is home early from work, he has me put it on speaker phone so he can hear L say it too. It never gets old. A pretty good dig if you ask me. He knows meat doesn’t have carbs, and yet he pretends he is B asking how many carbs are in his lunchtime meat. Get it? I probably didn’t have to explain…but I’m feeling very explainy today. I have lofty plans of taping our lunchtime call one day, and posting said dig on the blog. I hope I can pull it off. It would be so worth your time.
So there you go…another little peek into Our Diabetic Life. NaBloPoMo will get all of our secrets out yet!