Me:  You matched my socks wrong again.

DJ:  Did I?  I matched 'em Hanes to Hanes.

Me:  No, you did it wrong.  Well, you got one pair right cause they are the only long pair I wore all week.  Oh! Wait you matched 2 pair right.

DJ:  How am I supposed to match 'em again?  Sock to sock?

Me:  No, dot to no dot.

DJ:  Oh, yeah.  I for got you have Indian socks.

Me:  ... (I was going to say something back at him, but then it hit me what he meant by Indian socks and I couldn't help but laugh my butt off.)

DJ: Next thing you know, you're socks will get jobs at Dell.  *fake Indian accect* Hello, my name is being Mr. Hanes.  How may I direct you call?

Me:  ...(I had to sit down.  I was too busy laughing to respond.)

    Because Lil Miss wears the same socks as I do, some of my socks have a black dot on the toe so I know which are mine.  Just Friday night I was telling DJ how nice it was having someone around who is silly with me and sometimes sillier.  It's kinda nice having someone around who makes me say, "I never met that person."  (This convo was after he tried to order 20 chicken vaginas at the Taco Bell drive-through.)  The above convo is yet another one of these examples.  You rock with your wacky self, DJ!!!
 


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