The man is pushing my buttons.

No, I mean literally. Seriously. Literally pushing the wrong buttons.

Yesterday we were all in my car and we had been listening to VeggieTales for a bajillionty hours. Finally Brandon couldn't take the singing vegetables (or Schyler and me singing at the top of our lungs) anymore and he started trying to turn the CD off.

So he pushed a button. It didn't work.

Move on? No.

He pushed the same button again, just a little harder this time.

*Dramatic pause...did it work?

Um, that would be negative. Were you truly expecting it too?

So I am stifling laughter and waiting for him to ask which button. Does he?

Is he male?

So he begins repeatedly pushing the same exact button.

Hellooooo? What is your problem? You may want to move on. And I am sorry, but I just couldn't tell him. At this point I was way to invested trying to pretend I didn't see what was going on. I had to see how long he would push that same exact button without stopping. At thise point I think Schyler was kind of in on it, too. You know - train a child up...

So anyhoo... This blog has a so funny video on it. If you have two or three minutes you should check it out. But you'll only get it if you go to church. And if you can laugh at yourself. So if you're a stuck-up heathen you should skip it.

Have a fantabulous day. One of my ladies from Curves gave me a gift card to Bath and Body Works for my birthday, so next time you hear from me, I'll smell much better.

P.S. I just saw the video here, too. Pick one.