Random dumb stuff overheard at our home

Chris: ::as we leave the dojang after the Monday night grown-up class:: You know, we really need to learn that guy's name.
Me: Who?
Chris: The little guy. The black belt who teaches the Monday night class.
Me: Oh yeah, the little guy.
Chris: Because some day it's going to slip out, and one of us will call him "the little guy" where he can hear us, and he can kick the shit out of both of us without breaking a sweat.

Me: How come there's lines across the screen?
Chris: What we need is a new TV for the bedroom.
Me: Yeah, maybe. (Our TV is a 13" and was bought by my mom in 1990, BTW)
Chris: And now that we have money, we can get a big TV. A huge TV, huge plasma screen thing. And we'll put it over there, and we'll have no more pesky windows cluttering up our bedroom.

Me: ::disgruntled with my new prescription:: This pill is too big.
Chris: ::eyebrow waggle:: I thought girls liked things big.
Me: Not orally.

Brain: building? has left

"...parties exchange briefs which contain their version of the facts, the legal bases for their request, and any supporting cashews. These briefs-"

Wait, what?

::re-read::

"...for their request, and any supporting caselaw."




I may need a study break.