Saturday, April 12, 2008

...or whether we're talkin' son to son...

At breakfast this morning with my brother and pregnant sister-in-law, she remarked that he ought to stop picking on her and start giving her massages.

I playfully slapped him with my large Big Boy menu (no pun intended), then said "Yeah, come on! Do work, son!"

They laughed.
I love it when people catch the Rob & Big references I drop.

In a related story, Mini Horse has a myspace.

He needs to be my friend.

2 comments:

stephanielynn said...

Shut up! Mini Horse has a myspace?! If I had myspace I would for sure invite him to be my friend.

It's sick how much I love that show.

Stacey said...

Hahaha! Yes, he totally does! http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=257156727

Check it out :]

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