Parents are just like us!

YO SUP, BLOG.

Today during ever-comedic family dinner, I am talking to my parents about how the cable company keeps roping people into changing their cable package.  I must have complained before about how, in order to save $30 a month on the bill, my household now doesn't have a large handful of channels, including the only channels I actually watch: OLN, AMC and MTV. Because Survivorman, Walking Dead and Jersey Shore, obviously.

I am a woman of many interests.

During the conversation my mother mentions that one of the channels we used to have suddenly stopped working.
I asked her which one.
"Oh that spanish channel.. what's it called..." my mother muses.
"TLN?" I ask, "CHANNEL 88?"
"Yes that's the one."

Could it be?

"Mom," I say, "Did you only watch that channel for Latin Lover?"
"Is that what its called?"
"YOU DID DIDN'T YOU"
"Yes."
"You and every junior high kid in the city. WE ALL KNOW ABOUT LATIN LOVER."


Pic unrelated/Not a photo of my mother and father.

Isn't that life insurance policy just egging her on, though?

Yo sup I haven't blogged in a while.
Here is a classic tale of how family dinners happen in my house:

Dinner time conversation usually involves a good amount of philosophical and political debate, that often ends in me saying "Okay good talk," and leaving the table, or saying "LOVE EACH OTHER" to my parents.
After dinner I'm washing my hands when my father says something to my mother and she pokes him with her fork.

"YOU JUST POKED ME IN THE CHEST WITH A FORK!" my dad exclaims.
"Yes I did." - My mother, ever cool.
"You could have stabbed my heart!"
"Well I guess I should have pushed harder."

Ahh, marriage.

I guess I should throw in that this is just how humour works in my house and my mother was not actually trying to kill anyone

as far as I know.

Here is an unrelated pic that I know contains some colourful language but isn't that cancelled out by the baby?