Oh lordy ... my boys.
I have no words.
*edited to add: Ok I just reread this post, and I think I should stop blaming my boys. My participation in this is NOT pristine!!!*
Saturday night we went out to dinner to celebrate J-bear's birthday. Z-man is home from college for the summer, and I should know what the combination of Z and the Drama King would bring.
Drummer was missing. He and the lovely girlfriend were going to a concert. That, of course, made him the prime target of brotherly -- uh -- love. Rocky was also MIA, having left town for a family wedding.
However, we had picked up a stray for dinner. One of J-bear's girlfriends from work. Poor, poor dear. She had no idea what she was getting into.
Evil Mother: It's too bad Drummer Man isn't going to be here.
Z-man: Oh, he's not?
Evil Mother: No.
*instant commencement of imitations (not the sincerest form of flattery in this case) of D Man's not-so-stellar moments*
Evil Mother: Poor J-friend. You didn't know what you were getting into, did you? You guys are really MEAN! Drummer Man is the perfect straight man.
Drama King: So ... that makes me the GAY MAN ... hello?????
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Drama King: I don't remember what side dish I wanted.
Evil Mother: *very very very quietly* Corn?
Drama King: Oh, yeah. That's right. Co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-orn ... Bring LOTS of butter, please!
Evil Mother: When is Rocky coming home again???