So, I thought I would quickly share this little vignet from about a week ago. The Queen, M&M and I went out to dinner with Mimi, my sister...the devil and her two spawn, Twig (the eldest niece who seems to feel that fruits and vegetables are all that is necessary to sustain life) and I DO IT! (Twig's younger, evil genius sister).
On the table was one of those foam rubber stress balls with some logo or other on it. It happened to be blue.
Me: That's interesting. Where'd that come from?
My Sister...The Devil: Work (MS...TD is an occupational therapist). You can keep it if you want.
Me: No thanks. I don't need my sister giving me blue balls.
The Queen, Mimi, and the devil's children: [turning bright red and attempting not to spew drinks and appetizers]
Later in the meal, I picked up the ball and handed it to Twig.
Me: Here. Give that to your boyfriend.
Twig: No thanks. I'm pretty sure he already has blue balls.
Everyone at the table: [turning bright red and attempting not to spew drinks and dinner remnants]
Me: Okay, then.