~ when your overly-straight-laced grandparents are visiting, and the neighbor down the street has “Low” jamming on the radio, and it’s all you can do to keep quiet and polite in front of them instead of grooving around screaming APPLE BOTTOM JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FURRRR
Best part: my mum signaled to me from out of sight of the grandparents, grinned, and gestured in the direction of the song; she was dancing to it, too.
Best mum ever.
Spell/grammar checking 5th grade history reports in my dad’s class, and came across a report on the composer Robert Shumann. The last paragraph in the report is as follows:
“Several times he tried to kill himself. After one time when he jumped off a bridge over the Rhine River, he admitted himself to an insane asylum where he died. It is thought he died of syphilis, which is a type of sore that does not heal.”
When my dad read it, his eyebrows shot up and he muttered, “Well, yeah, I guess you could say that…”
You know that awkward moment when a friend decides to screen share while playing a game that you haven’t played but have wanted to play, and the friend proceeds to give you a full-out play-by-play to give you an idea of what’s going on (plus reading any text that comes up, explaining routes to take, etc.), but you can’t really hear them talk because of the quality of the call plus the overlapping sound effects from the game drowning out their voice now and then, and you don’t want to say anything because they’re this far in already and they’ve assumed you’re paying attention (even though you’ve been drawing most of the time and didn’t realize they were going to do a live Let’s Play for you)? And even when you do end up mentioning all this, they still keep going?