A conversation between idiots

A couple of days ago I was showing Lindsay the brilliant idea that is Pinterest and we came across this picture.

When I saw it, I pointed it out and said "Aw, I wanna get married again just so this can happen".  Almost simultaneously we both said "but that'd mean we'd have to touch each other."    Evidence #1 of the dysfunction. 

It is not uncommon for Kaylyn to call us names like Captain Poophead and for us not to even notice it.   Evidence #2.  

 Occasionally, Lindsay and Kaylyn will let me mess around with their hair or make up.   The whole time I'm doing it, all I can think of is how bad their breath is, how annoyingly heavy they breathe and how uncomfortably close we are standing.   I let them know each time I have these thoughts.  Evidence #3.

If you ever read our posts to each other on facebook, you'll notice we call each other names like, dummy, retard, poo face, idiot.. a lot.  Even when we're talking about something serious, the name calling still happens.   Sometimes we mean it literally.  Like Lindsay is a poo face - plain and simple.    But other times there is more to it than that.   

I call Lindsay is retard.  Sometimes it means "hey friend, I'm glad you're my sister and I value your opinion."

Lindsay calls Gable a turd.  Sometimes it means "I wish I could spend more time with you, dearest brother"

Kaylyn calls me a dork.  Sometimes it means "That was funny and I wish I was as clever as you. You're my hero"   (It's true.  I just know it.)

So to Lindsay, Gable and Kaylyn -  ya'll are the biggest retards I know.  I'm so glad ya'll are my family of turd heads.   

Single tear.