I love your meat ignorance.
—My mom, trying to counsel my sister through a math problem requiring her to do something like estimate how many heads of cattle are required for so many hamburgers, or something.
Dana. Dana, go. Stop showing me pictures of Iggy Azalea and food and leave.
—me, just now
- me: *reaches over to noogie my brother*
- mom: nice bicep
- brother: thanks
- mom: I was talking to your sister