true true

i don't wanna jinx it (i am anyways) but this evening has been highly pleasant. which is surprising, because i'm hanging out with the fam.


WUHHHHT?!


yes, it's true. i mean, not true true, like liz lemon being the best person ever to be created/modeled after me true true, but sort of. i'm in my basement right now, secluded from my blood brothers (?) but here's what's happened so far that's made this normally awful evening pretty interesting:

• my dad is completely engrossed in the AMC's (television) showing of Pretty Woman/Julia Robert's boobs...this makes for sarcastic quips from me, eye rolling from molly, and apathetic pleas from my mother
• molly going on a tirade (directed at my mom, because my dad's too busy watching Pretty Woman with his mouth open) about us (the children) "missing out on our childhood" because our parents never took us to DisneyWorld. my mother counters by saying "You guys don't understand...it's a commercialized sweatfest and it's sooo crowded there! Your dad and I would've been in hell!" 
• my dad drinking champagne, but pretending he doesn't like it. this is funny in itself, but when he got up because his glass was empty, he reached for the bottle and KUH-PLOWIE (?) it explodes all over his face! hilarity! obnoxious hyena laughs and obscenities ensue
• molly comes down to the basement (where i'm blissfully blogging, watching 30 rock, and looking at EMMA WATSON'S REAL TWITTER ACCOUNT) and tells me the story of him having champagne exploded on his face/all over the kitchen. she then proceeds to slap the wall and just like that *instant sit-com magic* a glass frame of a record comes slamming down to the floor; glass everywhere. very entertaining.