Alex didn't believe how crazy Gabe was until he heard him, either. We must be heard to believed. And seen to incite complete terror.
We have a running theory that our family should star in a reality show. One contestant lives with us for two months. If, at the end of those two months, they have not (a) run away screaming, (b) requested psychiatric help, or (c) become one of us, they get money.
Or, you know, there's the equally entertaining option of just keeping cameras on us at all times. We're bound to do something funny sooner or later.
Nicole requested that I become a teacher, citing my hatred of most humans as the perfect background for educating children. She ain't right in the head, I tell you.
Tish and I are having CattyArtBitch time, in which we go through DeviantArt's anime section and mock the really, really, really, really bad or scary ones. I'm not talking '___ needs to learn proportions a bit better', I'm talking about the ones where you turn your head a couple of different ways and say "the description says it's a catgirl in a bikini, but I'm not seeing it. I think that thing in the corner is a mango. I'm really not sure."