Me: Mmm?
Parental: Take the dogs out for me?
Me: What?
Parental: *sigh* You know.
Me: *sigh, stretch* Mayyybe.
Parental: Please?
Me: Mmmmm, mayyyybeeemmmno.
Parental: Mayyybe yes? Soon? Please?
Me: *squints eyes and raises eyebrows* Nooo?
Parental: Mmhmm, yeees?
Me: *squints eyes even more and raises eyebrows higher, as well as pitch of voice* Nooooo?
Parental: Yes.
Me: Hmmm... *strokes imaginary beard and gazes into space* Ummmm. *squinty eyes and super high eyebrows, high voice [this has to work. I'm not going outside. Mosquitoes. Grasshoppers. Creepy old neighbors and annoying little kids. No]) Noooooooo??? Please? Something else?
*Parental: Yes? No? Fine. Dishes?
Me: God, you suck. Fine. I'll take the friggin' dogs. Or we can just give them away. Let's leave 'em at someone's house. They'll never notice, except for the minor loss of food and toilet bowl water. Yes! Yesyesyes! Let's do it!
Parental: Really? No. Go walk them.
*I abso-freaking-lutely love Third Rock From the Sun. In 2007, I think, when we were moving, we had this ginormous 3rd Rock marathon, renting from the library. It was flippin' sweet. And Joseph Gordon Levitt is awesome in Inception. That is all.
