Me: (Answering the phone) Hello!
Brad: Hey! I'm on my way home. It'll be about 2 hours. I'm getting hungry, what are y'all doing for lunch?
ME: (Singing in my head) "It's hotter than a furnace fan out in Arizona". (Because I triple dog dare you to try to not sing that song when it's playing on Pandora.) :)
C3: (Barging in from another room, tearing into the pantry) Me need snack! Spicy Chips! SPICY CHIPSSSSS!
Me: NOT TO BRAD - No, you can't have spicy chips as a snack.
C1: (Also Barging in from a different room) Mmmmm! What are you cooking?
Me: ALSO NOT TO BRAD - I'm cooking a breakfast casserole for tomorrow.
Me: STILL NOT TO BRAD - C3, get your hands off of C1.
Brad: (Sounding very deflated) I'll talk with you later.
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P.S. - We REALLY do love you, Brad. As one of our favorite artists says, "Can't love nobody on the telephone." We're glad that we have you in our home more frequently than not so that we can actually love you.
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P.S.S. - BOOM! 2 Robert Earl Keen quotes in one blog, that's how you do it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8l4558pFQGY
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