What the Heck?!

Peanut and I are beginning to rub off on each other. She's using my phrases, and my nose is beginning to run.

When something shocks me, like many other human beings I usually say, "What the hell?!". However, since I am now living with my grandmother, I've had to edit some of my usual phrases so she'll like me and keep me in the will. Just kidding. I edit because I LOVE her, and I don't want to upset her! Therefore, "What the hell?!" has now become, "What the heck?!", and Peanut used it last night.

After dinner, we were sitting in the living room. Peanut was going through her mail and applying some more Orange Flip, and I, being a total unashamed product of my generation, was texting, checking emails, changing my profile picture on Facebook to a less summery option because FALL IS NOW HERE (yes, my profile pics change with the seasons...deal with it), and scouring the new Real Simple for autumnal recipes. Side note: the new issue has a kitty posing with a pumpkin on the cover! Oh. My. Gosh. Couldn't resist the cuteness! Anyway...I digress. Peanut looked up at me from her compact mirror (it has a Perry for President sticker on the back of it, friends) and said, "Call Momma?". So I picked up my phone and dialed my mom. It was around 7:15. She was probably either cooking or eating, so she didn't answer. I ended the call and told Peanut that she didn't pick up, to which the little nut exclaimed, "What the heck?!"

I about died.

So here's my "What the heck?!" moment. Since I can remember, Peenie has been Queen of the Tissue Box. Her nose is always running. Not in a "ew-gross-she-really-needs-to-wipe-her-face" kind of way, but in a "it-seems-like-she-always-has-the-sniffles" kind of way. Her purse is forever filled to the brim with Kleenex, as are her pockets, and she leaves a little trail of white crumpled tissue balls wherever she goes. Well, friends, since I'm rubbing off on her, I guess she's now rubbing off on me. We've just passed the five week mark, and my nose is running just as much as hers. So, between the two of us, I'm about ready to go buy a teacher's supply worth of Kleenex. Sniffle, sniffle. WHY is this happening? Sniffle, sniffle. It's not even cold outside yet! What. The. HELL?! I mean...heck.

Please don't tell Peanut I said hell.

I'll leave you with this:

A picture of Peanut in her typical "going out" outfit, complete with leopard jacket and all the trimmings!