"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


Okay. Now I've found something funny.

Angie is laughing her skinny little butt off at this as she reads it, I assure you. (Our grandfather seems to think we have some black Japanese mafioso blood in us somewhere. Don't ask me, he doesn't even talk to me.) Yes, I am a power-hungry mafioso, I am Don Corleone. Absolutely.

The Dr. Melfi side of me is saying, "Catherine, why are you telling me this?"


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