"Was anything else lost that night?" ...Dignity.

So my dad decided to tell a story the other night. It was about how one of his friends introduced him to one of HIS friends when he was younger. To make a long story short, when dad met him, this guy was walking around naked. Dad cracked himself up when he was telling this story, but we all thought it was kind of creepy. Then he said "we were laughing our balls off!" which made me laugh, maybe because it was an interesting choice of words. Then he was telling some other story to us (Schroeder, Sally, and Sally's fiance. I'm thinking we should give him a name now...let him be...Franklin, ((haha)) and my dad said "We went clubbing" and then my mom interrupted him and said "Pig Pen, maybe you should tell these kids what 'clubbing' means." Which forced us all into hysterics. It's like the time where my dad thought us kids didn't know what "chugging a beer" meant. Oh boy. They are so naive.

So I've known for a while that my nose is crooked, okay? And it's really boney, so I've asked my mom before if it had been broken before, like when I was a kid and I just didn't remember it. She says no. Maybe she broke it when I was a toddler, and she just doesn't want to tell me. Maybe I took a crayola crayon to the wall and she just flipped out and uppercutted me RIGHT in the nose. Like, "JENNIFER! What did you draw on the wall? What is that?! A SMILEY face?! Why don't you smile on THIS." and then BAM! Punched in the nose.

Anywho. If I look at you straight on, my nose is WAY crooked.

No lie. This is STRAIGHT on. Look at how much it LEANS! So my sister Sally told me to just look at people like this:

Hahaha. Looks better...right? It SO doesn't look like I'm the biggest creep in the world or anything. The first thing that comes to mind when I took this picture is "pick pocket."

So my cousin came over yesterday. We have all been playing this scrabble game on our iphones, so we told her to download it, so she could play with us as well. Keep in mind that she is in college. So I was sitting next to her when she was trying to play a word, then she says this:

"WHAT?! 'Curfew' isn't a word!?"

So I say, well of course it is, are you sure you spelled it correctly? How did she spell it, you ask?

"Curfue."


I mean, I've had some problems with the game too...

I have an English degree.


-Jenny.