The Pains of Being the Mittl Child

Here are a couple of excerpts from my diary. Oh, woe.

 

In the picture, she is sticking out her "mittl finger."

 

 (Dear Diare, my little sister dos not like me becus she sleeps on the rong side of bed. and I stil love her.)

In Case You Forgot...

Let's Play a Game: Round Two

Which of these come from staff, and which come from psych patients?

"If Bob Barker can be loud, then why can't I?"

"So, I was watching this show about orangutans that they were sneaking Valium to, mixing it in soda or food, so they could sedate them to put them in cages for transport. Do they ever do that here when they transfer patients?"

"What the hell is this sticker you left for me that says 'BBQ?'"

"Superstitious is delicious!"

My Mom Is Special

On Mother's Day, we went through a box of drawings, cards, etc. that we had given my mom as kids.

This one was written by Corinne:

Say What?!

I'm really good at mishearing things. When my sisters and I get together, it gets ridiculous. Here are some examples:

"I had too much sugar, and it's hurting my tampon."
"I had too much sugar, and it's hurting my stomach."

"Lord's glittery."
"The floor is glittery."

"I'll get you a gyrating chicken."
"I'll get you some Thai basil chicken."

"He could be a walking Al Pacino, and I wouldn't trust him not to cheat on me."
"He could be the most wonderful person..."

"They have ponchos for daisies."
"They have punches for daisies." (Like a hole-punch, but daisy-shaped...for crafty crap)

"Hello, wheat-stealer!"
"Hello, my teenager!"

"My greatest regret from grade school is that I did not learn to ride a jackal"
"....learn to juggle."