As Mark and I were driving home on Friday Mark turned to me and said, "What do you put in eggnog? Vodka?"
"Oh God! Gross!" I said. "No, it's rum, honey."
Later, Annie and I were at the liquor store. There was a bottle of eggnog with the liquor already mixed in at the cash register. I related the story to the two ladies behind the counter.
"So, husband thought that you put vodka in eggnog," I said.
"OH GOD! GROSS!" They both said. We all laughed.
Later, I told Mark about this. "Geez," he said. "I just didn't know what it was!"
Ang, Annie, Kate, Izzi and I were having lunch at Spasso's. Annie noticed that they serve gelato there for lunch.
Ang, prompted by this discovery, began talking about "the best place to get gelato in Iowa City. It's in this place downtown," she said, "where they guy... the gelato is made from this actual Italian guy." She was very enthused.
I turned to her. "They make the gelato from an Italian guy?" I asked. In my mind, I had many questions: how much gelato can you make from one Italian guy? Do they keep needing to import them? Does this Italian guy object being made into gelato. Visions of Simpson's Treehouse of Horror dance in my head.
"Gross," Kate said.
On the way home from Target we were talking about pregnancy. My friend Anna Kudak is pregnant and adorable.
"She looks like she has a basketball down her shirt," I said to Ang.
"Oh!" Ang exclaimed, "I wish I looked like that pregnant! I was as big as a HORSE!"
The word horse surprised me. I didn't not anticipate that noun.
Laughing, I turned to her. "I didn't expect you to say horse there," I said.
Ang laughed, too. "Me neither! I'm not sure where that came from!"
My brother and his wife were staying with us this weekend. Saturday morning Jared was sitting on the love seat. I was on the couch and Ang was in the chair. Annie, who had already showered and dressed for the day, came to sit on Jared's lap. Jared had not showered yet (in fact, he did not shower that day until almost 5 p.m., Annie thought this was gross). Jared was wearing his Spiderman pajama pants and a zip up sweatshirt. Annie sat on his lap and in a few moments we heard:
It sounded like a big piece of velcro. Annie gasped. "I think my dress just ripped!" she said, her hands flying around to her bottom.
"No," said Jared. "I think it was my pants."
It was, in fact, Jared pants. GIANT rip in the crotch of his pants. This was very funny.
"It's a good thing you're wearing underwear," said Ang.
"Oh, honey," said Annie. "I'll get you some new sleep pants at Target."
"But," said Jared, "can't you fix these?" Then, in a little-boy voice: "They're my favorite..."