Quick one today.
Andy is saving his "allowance" to buy a new set (pair?) of headphones. Turns out his are broken but we cannot agree on who is the culprit.
I leave it up to you, the mostest smartest of readers, to decide.
Let me set the scene for you.
Bee, walks in to the kitchen after a long hard day at work. Andy stomps out of his dungeon ready for a battle.
Your fucken' dog broke my headphones! [my fucken' dog is Tazz the Destroyer]
What? How? [concerned, thinking Tazz shredded them or used them as a trampoline]
My brother was petting him then he went nuts and tried to attack us!
[Up until now, I'm not surprised because Tazz is INSANE]
Then I had to throw my headphones at him so he'd stop! I missed and they landed on the floor!
... [trying to keep a straight face since he's obviously FURIOUS!] Uh... you know, that really wouldn't be Tazz's fault.
WHAT!? WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Are you freakin' kidding me right now???
The way I see it, you, AS THE HUMAN, should have known better than to throw an expensive piece of equipment at a... dog.
[starts pacing and shaking his head, looking at me as if I have finally lost my mind] I knew it! I knew you wouldn't see it my way! I KNEW YOU'D SAY IT'S MY FAULT!
BWAHAHAHAHA! DAMN MY HABIT FOR POINTING OUT THE ABSURD!
He walked away mumbling something about the pros and cons of moving back in with his parents.
My niece's birthday was Saturday, her actual celebration has been postponed for July, so she can have one of those weird air filled castle-like structure things, but we had a blast at her Rock Band Party. Number of kids, 1 (Natalia) number of adults (12. ALL OF THEM INSANE! except for Nana).