Sunday Morning Giggles

I knew that there was some seriously bad television on cable, but S found what has to be the absolute worst yesterday morning; some Jesusified kiddie-tv show about Grandma's House.

When watching her grandson walk in a stream in his tennis shoes, S commented that he'd have a nasty "boy smell." We then realized "boy smell" sounds almost exactly like "voice mail." Next time I hear someone say they need to check their voice mail, I know I'm going to giggle like a little girl at Grandma's House.