So the Andy says this morning, he says, "Next month is Nomorhymo, so you better get it out of your system now." I mouth "nomorhymo," wondering what the hell that is.
He then saunters off singing a little song, "I must stoop to reach the scoop if I wish to collect the cat poop."
No mo' rhy mo. Clever monkey. Plus, he has this unhealthy fixation with the cat and the litter box. Gross.
Later when we are in the car, he mentions that next month is Bananaramo.
Can't even think of a response to that.
2 comments:
Andy is a weirdomano.
(And what's with the cat song?!)
Oh I wish I could have as good a comment as that. Being sick I just feel like a lamobraino.
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