Randisms

I really need to start blogging the s**t my son, Randy says. He had me in stitches the other day when we were out riding around trying to find him a bull elk. I kept telling him he can't text and hunt. So my phone blinked and he said "yeah mom!" I told him I wasn't texting, that it was a email. Little time passed and it did it again and he said "what is that a twittle?" I laughed so hard. I told him that it is called a tweet not a twittle. One other time he comes walking out of the bathroom, after brushing his teetha and announces, while he rubs his clean teeth, that it felt like an orgasm in his mouth. How he know that, I don't know and am not sure I want to know. After his aneurysm, he would walk around and sing the circus theme, and the hotwire.com theme.