Remember the 80s?

Some conversations in our home leave me with the heavy impression that we're doing it all wrong.

Fish: We have to dress like the 80s.
Rough Stuff: You should wear Tuna's wig!

Um...the Mad Hatter wig? From Halloween? Because...why?

Me: Yeah...that's not really 80s, guys.
Rough Stuff: Mom, were you alive in the 80s?
Me: Do the math.

Long pause.

Rough Stuff: WHOA! Moms' turning 40 next year!

I don't think I like this convo.

Rough Stuff: So, Dad had an afro?

What?!

Fish: No, Dad's tan, not black.

Facepalm.

"Kids, let's Google some 80s images!"  Before this convo gets any more off track.

TGIF

It's Friday and this is how I feel about that.

And that's all I'm going to say about this week.

Banished

I guess we peed in Little Bean's Post Toasties. She left a note on her door today.

It says:

Dear visitors come in
Mom and Dad not AlouD
I Will Be coming out For
Drinks-Sochol-FooD SeptemBer
crismist-BirthDays thank you
have a nice Day!!!

Well. I guess she told us. We'll sure miss her on Halloween.