the cat?

So I got to Sub Zero after I close the tanning salon and my sister and one of my favorite employees are there. Couple that with my ridiculous husband, and we're in for a most excellent hour.

While Sean (one of our favorite employees) is shooting my sister with one of my bookmarks folded up and shot from a rubber band sling, my hubby is towel whipping everyone in sight. Mind you, customers are still sitting enjoying their ice cream while we're all being obnoxious in the back. In fact, at one point, some customers came up and asked for some lids for their ice cream (that's right- if people can't finish their ice cream, they take it home for later. Oh yeah- it's that good), and they ask my sister-

"So what, you bring in the obnoxious night crew after 8?"

and then my brilliant little sister says, "They're the owners!" I of course proceeded to blame our lack or propriety on my husband, which he never really refutes, so it works out pretty well, my obnoxious side.

Now you should know that I suck at towel whipping... and shooting things with rubber bands... and basically anything that involves jokingly hurting other people. Since I can't fight back, I usually stand there and whine, or I slap my hubby. this somehow encourages him to keep going- he likes conflict, or something- I don't know, he's a boy!

So we're in the middle of the towel fight (the four of us) and katie is in her hyper mood, so she starts spouting off crap she learned in psychology that day.

"Did you know a cat can live if you cut it's head off above the (insert smart word here)?"

"What?" I ask, confused by her vocabulary.

Katie restates the above phrase, and Sean agrees.

"Oh, yeah because (blah blah blah something smart.)

Meanwhile, heath is still whipping everybody.

Katie: "I learned it in psychology today."

Me: "Oh! Like that guy who got a rod through his head and he still lived-"

Katie: "Yeah, and he was a totally different person because it went through his frontal lobe or-"

Sean: "Yeah, and he was like, angry or something.

Heath stops whipping the towel: "The cat?"

Yes, love, the cat. haha it was funnier if you were there, but that basically sums up my husband's listening abilities. ADD for sure. The nigh ended with me getting one good towel snap in and heath and sean whipping katie til she had welts. Yup. We're all really nice. But we laugh a lot, so it's okay :)