How Old Am I? (Part Two)

Tonight I went for ice cream with two of my friends, whom I'm vacationing with, and my one of their dads, who owns the house we're staying in. We sat outside at a picnic table while we ate, talking about various indelicate and unintelligent things that led me to comment, "so we all went to college...?" You know, things like farting and stupid ways we've injured ourselves and...farting.

When we got up from our picnic table to head back to the car, my friend whose dad we're with said, "my left butt cheek hurts from being stuck to the wood."

I am a total "that's what she said" girl. I have a hard time letting a prime opportunity pass me by, but I did try because we were, you know, with a dad. To whom we pretty much owe our vacation.

But I guess between the giggling and the not being able to breathe because of the giggling, I didn't exactly do a great job of keeping things under wraps.

Her dad's response?

"Seriously, did you guys go to college?"

How Old Am I? (Now Placing Bets)

Emily knows I love free promotional swag (the old lady in me is all, "it's FREE. Grab TWO.") and left me a package she'd gotten from a company you can order things like customized lanyards from. In it was a letter addressed to her. Here is the first paragraph:

We are being 'teased' now and it is spring doing the teasing. Even though she is still five or six weeks away, spring sends us a 50 degree day just once in a while, only enough of a taste to let us know she's coming.

Hee.

I mean, seriously. Hee.