Friday Funnies

This has been an exhausting week, but I’ll save all that for another post. For now, I’m gonna focus on a few things that made me chuckle this week.

My husband’s uncle is on Facebook. He’s in his 80s and is quite a piece of work (he once told my husband all Obama supporters should get out of the country). My husband showed me something he posted this week that had us both laughing.

Nope, you’re not gonna find friends on Facebook by posting a status, dude. The funny thing about this is that he has multiple Facebook profiles (two with his name misspelled, including this one), and he has added himself to his other accounts. And I don’t even get that last thing. Why would you do that? My husband’s dad has ten, yes TEN, Facebook accounts that we know of, and he adds himself to all of his other profiles.


Coming in the year 2040: MarsFrog Frozen Yogurt. It will be available on the planet Neptune. Originally, it was going to be on the moon, but Baby Girl changed it to Neptune. She decided that after she becomes an astronaut, she’s opening up her own frozen yogurt shop. Fine by me, because I love the stuff. She asked me to go through astronaut training so I can come with her and help with her shop. I agreed. She’s still deciding what she wants to have on her toppings bar.


I swear, sometimes I still feel like I’m dealing with a toddler. Last night, I succeeded in pissing off Baby Girl while giving her a bath. Somehow we started talking about our vacation for next summer, and I told her we were cruising to Mexico. She asked what language they speak there and I told her Spanish. BG said she didn’t want to go there because she doesn’t know enough of the language to talk to them. I explained that many people there also speak English like she does, so she’d be fine.

“I don’t speak English,” she said.

“Yes, you do.”

“NEVER! I would never speak English! I talk regular.”

I told her that English was the language she was speaking at that moment, which caused her to start thrashing around and yelling. After she calmed down, I explained that England, another country, colonized this country, which is why we speak English. She seemed satisfied with that and stopping fussing over it.

Of all the ways I can piss her off, I would never have imagined that would be one of them.


That’s all I’ve got for now. Happy Friday ๐Ÿ™‚

9 thoughts on “Friday Funnies”

  1. How dare you assign a proper name to the language of which she speaks!It’s ‘regular’, and that’s really about all the description necessary. Geez, Mom! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚

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  2. Facebook needs to have an age requirement. Like, 50 and over not allowed. (I am almost 50, so this is insulting to me as well)
    My husband (who just turned 50) has friends on Facebook who he has never met. Why? Because he follows the “people you might know” a little too literally.
    I feel like he may end up like your uncle when he’s 80.

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  3. That last one reminds me of a question I once saw asked online, evidently someone coming here on holiday – “Do they speak American in England?” No, they don’t speak American in America either…

    I’m off to start my own astronaut training so I can hang out at BG’s Neptunian froyo shop ๐Ÿ™‚

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