My love isn't arbitrary

Me: I love you.
JD: how much?
Me: 5 Cowboys.
JD: 5 Arbitrary Units of Measure?
Me: No, 5 cowboys!
JD: Those are arbitrary units of measure.
Me: It's no fun if you call them that!
JD: I love you 5 dead raccoons.
Me: I'm blogging this.
JD: Make sure you add the part about the arbitrary units of measure.
Me: Way to micro manage my blog post.

"I watched it on your blob! All those videos of you!"
JD's grandparents talking about the videos JD put up on YouTube and linked in his blog (which grandma calls a blob). They clicked on the suggested videos for 2 hours thinking they were all JD. They said things looked suspicious in one where a man was modeling his motorcycle gear in his house (it looked just like your house!) and a beagle walked by. Old people are great.

JD and I watch The Amazing Race and react as if we were on the show. This week was eating sauerkraut and drinking a boot of beer. In our pretend leg of the race, we would be stopping at every acceptable building to poop and/or vomit. I was getting sick just looking at the cops eat the kraut. I don't like beer. JD would have to consume 7/8 of that boot. We would certainly lose to the cowboys.