Experts say families don't talk to each other enough, but that's just not true. Ever since we've become online mobsters and farmers, all of our conversations center around either killing people or chickens. Jay & I were discussing how rude we thought our mafia members were for requesting items we had that were really good. Ryan said he happily donates items because then you get good things back in return. Apparently he's never done an office secret Santa swap yet, so I'll let him keep thinking that's how the world works. The conversation then took a nasty turn this way:
Jay: Everytime I ask you a mafia question, you blow me off because I'm a farmer.
Ryan: Dad's a fake farmer.
Jay: I'm a good farmer.
Ryan: Your farm is stupid. It's square.
Jay: Every person has square farms but me. I'm original, you're boring.
Ryan: Whatever. I'm going outside to wait for Nick to bring my stuff.
Jay: Nope, you said I'm stupid. Forget it.
Ryan: Mom, can I go outside?
Jay: I'm the one in charge here.
Ryan: Yeah, right. Mom's in charge of everyone.
Jay: I'd put your mom in a rear naked choke. Ask her.
Me: Looking around, wondering if I should tell Ryan rear naked chokes should only be done in a consenting adult relationship; decide to stay quiet so as not to forever scar him.
Queen of my own Magic Kingdom, full of all the irreverent, obnoxious, and sometimes offensive sarcasm you know and love. I don't care what people think of me, but I do care if you like my blog. Read, forward, repeat.
