Mocha Chip

Austin had a craving for Velvet mocha chip, so we decided to trek to the local place. Austin scanned the back seat of his car.
Austin: Ah, man. I took all my hats in the house. Now I'll look crazy with this hair.
Me: And without your teeth. You'll fit in with the locals perfectly.
Once there, no mocha chip ice cream.
Me: Let's go to X town. If W doesn't have something you'd like, we can go up the street to Kroger.
Austin: But I look so lazy with my hair and teeth.
Me: You embarrass me in public all the time.

Emun Elliott Wins!

So this was running around FB and I'm always amused by my friends' responses. BTW, my best friend's name is also Rachel. I call her Mrs. Rachel, because she got married right out of college ... and I didn't. But she too voted for Emun Elliott. You have to click on the picture to see it. But yes, among the votes for My Little Pony and garden vegetables, Emun Elliott had a resounding four votes for my love. Austin had one definite vote from his sister. Lisa mentioned, but it's in the responses, so you can't see it. And I think Barb mentioned him.

And I'm thinking Emun Elliott doesn't care at all about how amusing I find this.

Since he won, here's a pic:

The Dog

 Austin made a turkey sandwich with provolone cheese, mayonnaise, the works, grilled it up, set it on the plate. After all this, he realized he needed to take a potty break. He tells the DOG Cassie not to touch his sandwich. Sure enough, between his piddling he hears claws on the counter. He yells at Cassie to get down, to no avail. By the time he's finished, the dog has taken the top piece of bread and gotten the rest of the sandwich all over the counter. He tells me this as though the DOG DID SOMETHING WRONG.

I Bought This

I bought this tiramisu for someone I love. That's right! Emun Elliott's coming to dinner. (Just kidding.)

Austin's response:

If you can't read it, it says, "Yummy! --Emen"  He spelled Emun wrong. If he'd put Nummy, I could almost forgive him.

Back from NOLA

Mom: I didn't sleep on the bus at all.

Me: Yeah you did. I took pictures.

On the bus, Austin took an aluminum can from Mom's stash and put it in the trash bag.
Me: That's aluminum. We can take that home and recycle it.
Austin: We're not taking home junk to recycle. We're not hauling trash around New Orleans.
Me: Well, if we find a recycle bin here, we can recycle it here, but we're recycling it.
Mom, hearing us snipping at each other, so I explain.
Mom: What? I had a can in my things.
Me: Yeah, that's the one.
Mom: I was going to recycle that when we got home.
Austin: We're going to have enough to carry around without empty cans.
Mom, hand out: We're recycling that can.

Austin: Look, Econo-Gas. They're so economical, it's free!

Me: Austin, we're not going to be able to steal trial size shampoos from the hotel. They've got a dispenser stuck to the wall. Looks like they just refill that. Probably cheaper that way. There's a bar of soap if you want that.
Austin: Oh yeah, we're definitely taking that.

So a week ago, my sister Leah asked me to stop at this NOLA cafe, "Willa Jean" and get her some cookies. She'd seen them profiled on a food show. They're three for $10. The cafe was right next to our hotel, so it was nothing to stop in a get them. I wrapped them up and put them in my luggage for her.

On our way home, we stopped to eat at Arby's. I noticed that Arby's had some delicious cookies also, for $1.59 each.

Me, to Mom as we're standing in line: Do you think Leah would notice if I bought three of these and just put them in the Willa Jean package?

Mom: Probably not.

Austin was sitting at the table, holding our spot for us. We came over with the tray of food, start laying it out.

Austin: Hey, did you notice that Arby's sells cookies? We could buy those for Leah and eat the Willa Jean cookies ourselves.

Mom: Rachel already suggested that.

Reduce Stress

True, but Austin's still convinced Emun Elliott would consider it stalking.

Hair

I cut my hair because it was long enough to donate (I currently donate to Pantene). I put my hair into two braids to make it more manageable and it was still like cutting through a sapling. Austin asked me to cut his while I was at it. *sigh* I took his into my fist and cut the paltry four inches in one snip. Don't worry, Austin still has long hair.