Ginger Boi exploring under some shelves.  😂

Story time!  (But when is it not?)

I went to a thrift store with my parents and came across this lovely, immaculate set of plates, mugs, and such.  So we decided to buy them, as we so often do.  (Mom has an unfortunate habit of occasionally breaking porcelain.  And dad, too, sometimes.)  😩

The pattern was beautiful, in delightful shades of blue and green on a white background.  (No wonder we all liked them.  Turns out, they were European, so we felt right at home.) 

 So we're happily going to one of the clerks to ask for a box to carry them in.

She looks at me and goes: They're for your family?

Me: *Grinning*  Yes!

Her: *Long look*  You're getting married?

Brain: What?!!  NO!!!

Me: ........................

Me: Well, that would be the first time that I've heard of it.

Dad: *Snickering*  Heehee!

Me: DON'T YOU START!!!

Me: I MEANT MY PARENTS, BROTHER, AND I.  IS THAT A CRIME?!!  *Le H I S S*

Other clerk: *Nicely*  That's wonderful.  *Smiles*

Me: THANK you.  I like you better.

Other clerk: *Now bossing around her co-worker because I like her better*

And the astonished look that we got when we promised to bring the box/basket back, and we actually did it later in the week.

So that makes me wonder: Are we so dishonest as a modern society that if we promise to bring back a simple carrying instrument, and actually do so, then we stun people beyond belief?

Is this what we are becoming?

No wonder I want no part of it.

#I'drathersticktobeingarecluse

Mom: *To dad*  You make me sick.

Us, her children: 0-O

Mom: *Quickly*  I MEAN YOU'RE JUST SO WEIRD, BUT I LOVE YOU!!!

Us, her children: *Both nod*  Yep, he is that.

Dad: *Mumbling and giving us orders*  Get the rats to the side.

Mom: Excuse me?

Dad: *Mumbles the same thing again*

Mom: WHAT?!!

Me: RACKS, mom.  He said RACKS.

Mom: *Big sigh of relief*  Oh, I thought that you just called our children rats!

Me: *Sly sideways glance at my bro*  WeLl..!

Dad: *Sly sideways glance at my bro*  WEEELL..!!!

Mom: *Blinks*  Oh.

Bro: *Glaring at us*

Me: How dare you!!!  I could absolutely abduct a child!!!  They love me!!!

Dad: Yeah, they'd follow you home, just like all of the wildlife.  *Stares meaningfully at the momma rabbit, who's hopping towards me*

Me: Ehehehehehe..!

Me: She's a good girl.

Dad: I could put her in the POT!!!

Rabbit: *Doesn't care*

Dad: Just like I did to your pet-!

Me: Dad, I remember.  You messed with mom.

Dad: *Happy sigh*

FYI: We didn't eat that rabbit.  Dad just thought it would be funny to put her into the big stockpot and close the lid so that when my mother would walk into the kitchen, Calendula (one of several of my buns at the time) would poke her head out right on cue.

Mom screamed.

Calendula just happily sat there, her paws on the edge as she watched my mother lose it.

It was quite amusing.  😈

Clothes shopping with my bro and mom a couple of days ago (my brother wanted a new suit) was like: *Aside from my brother having a temper tantrum*

Brother: WHAT DO YOU THINK?!!

Mom: You've got to open the door and let us see it, dear.

Bro: CAN'T KAT JUST USE HER X-RAY VISION OR SOMETHING?!!

Me: It's not x-ray vision.  It's more like ESP.

Mom: ...............................

Me: Open the door, brother dear.

Us: *All squeeze together into the one dressing room*

Us: Yeah, it's nice.

Mom and I: *Exit the dressing room*

Random dude: Is that room free?

Us: No, sorry.

Rd: Oh, okay.  I-

Bro: *With great timing for once, opens the door*

Bro: *Zips up his pants*

Rd: 0-O

Bro: What?

Me: *Quickly*  He's my brother.  We're his advisory committee.

Rd: Uh, okay...

Rd: *Walks away*

Rd: *Now stalking us and peeking over the aisles from time to time, most likely trying to figure us and our relationship out*

Me: ......................

Me: *Grins and silently waves at him*

Rd: OOP-!  *Runs away*

Mom: What just happened?

Me: *Internally facepalming*  Nothing, mother.

Lloyd, putting his hands over Morro's eyes: Guess who! 

Morro: It's either Lloyd or the cold clammy hands of death.

Lloyd, putting his hands away: It's Lloyd!

Morro: Dammit.

(I couldn't decide between Morro and Lloyd or Garmsako.)  😅