Dan Barney was about to throw this bread out when he suddenly turned and jammed it onto my head. I carefully walked downstairs to show teen kitten. I said, "remember when I had bread on my head?" She didn't even really look at me, just mumbled, "good times mom... good times." I'm not sure what any of this means. Life sort of feels like a surreal painting some days, doesn't it?
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Ok. So I love that Dan jammed bread onto your head. That alone is priceless. But the fact that your teenager didn't really react is AWESOME. This made me laugh for a long time. Good times Cass...good times. Life is surreal much of the time, I think.
You know your household is a bit odd when a teenager does not react to her parents wearing bread as an accessory. I love you guys!
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