I love when people say words backwards or misplace syllables. Nothing makes me laugh harder. Like when my mom said "cockporn" instead of popcorn. It is JUST. SO. AWESOME.
Syllable misplacement created the greatest word in the history of time this weekend. Corsaire has been recording this weekend, and they all came back to Bean & CP's on Saturday night to hang out. CP started doing this little dance that Bean and I have been referring to as "The Rubberband Dance" because he looks like someone wiggling a rubberband in the air. We were laughing hysterically when Josh asked "What is the Rubberdan Pants?"
RUBBER DAN PANTS!!!!!!
It is a miracle that we didn't wet our pants. Although, wetting our pants would be far less of a problem if we were wearing rubberdan pants.
Rubber Dan Pants!!!! Best. Word. EVER. I am still laughing. And this happened 2 days ago.
UPDATE
Erika just pointed out that even Google almost gets it.
Sometimes I wonder where all of my squirelly weirdness comes from. And then I spend a nice afternoon with my family and no longer need to wonder.
Brianne and I drove up to our parent’s house on Saturday for my brother's 16th birthday. Even the drive up there was weird. If you recall, CP borrowed my car over a month ago and killed the battery. I haven't been able to listen to the radio in my car since then since I got frustrated and entered in the security code wrong to many times. And by "entered in the security code wrong" I mean jammed my hand against the keypad in hopes of a miracle. Turns out that if you enter in the wrong code too many times, you have to run your car continuously for 1 hour before you can attempt to enter in the code again. After unsuccessfully trying to reset the stereo by disconnecting the battery (this solution no workee), we decided to take the long route to my parents house. This got us in the driveway in 1 hour and 3 minutes. This resulted in about 5 seconds of girly cheering and I can finally listen to NPR in the morning.
Since it was such a beautiful day, we all hung out in the backyard. My dad and Jordan had ripped out the back deck earlier in the day to make room for a new brick deck, and there were tools and wood planks all over the yard. Brianne and Katelyn were playing catch with a softball and quickly got bored. Jordan, apparently feeling the overwhelming urge to do something awesome, picked up the softball and a giant rubber mallet and proceeded to throw the softball in the air and try to hit it with the mallet. He was unsuccessful about 6 times. Brianne then came over and said "Let me try". She tries about 4 times and Katelyn comes over and says "My turn! I wanna try!" Brianne argues that Jordan got way more tries and tries unsuccessfully 2 more times before handing the mallet to Katelyn. Being only 11, Katelyn doesn't have nearly enough strength to whip the mallet around fast enough to hit the ball.
My dad finally looks up from the other side of the yard and says "Hey, knock that off". We all wait for the inevitable reprimand for being so stupid. Instead, he walks over and picks up the mallet and softball and tries it himself. When that doesn't work, he says "The mallet is too heavy; you gotta do it like this". He picks up a regular hammer and easily hits the softball across the yard. I interrupt and say "But the whole point is that it is harder because the mallet is heavy. You can't cop out and use a regular hammer. You just need to throw the ball higher so you have enough time to get both hands on the mallet". I then pick up the mallet and try unsuccessfully 4 times.
Moral of the story: You cannot hit a softball with a heavy mallet. Physics just won't allow it.