My day….till this point:

Me: Gah 1 hour and 45 minutes thank the banana.

TSC: Why are we thanking bananas - have you found a new lord and savior at that church you stopped at last night?

Me: Yes he is filled with foliate and vitamin C…praise the fruit…Ohmmmm.

TSC: Oh holy potassium, you're such a vital suppppppllleeemment…you provide muscle strength and stamina…pooooooooooooo…tasssiummmmmmmmm…yum is in your nammmeeee.

Me: We are really bored aren’t we?

TSC: Oh baaaaaa  naaaaaaaaa naaaaaaaa.

 

Moments later:

Me:  Would you like to be called space cowboy? or scb? or sc?

TSC: hahahaha I could rock that.

TSC:  But then you'd have to admit that someone calls me a space cowboy…because it would be you.

Me:  Yeah but I don’t care in anyone else’s world but my own…my own sad insignificance means the phrase still holds true.

TSC: Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Comments about my wicked abuse of power and control over others….and airports…

Me: I am...I'm trying to usurp her power.

TSC: Yes, but you have a Sarkozy complex.

Me: Are you calling me French???

TSC: French, married to a hot pop singer, with aspirations of having an airport named for you.

Me: http://www.flybranson.com/

 

And then again back to insanity:

Me: I think "The Space Cowboy" is a lot of letters…maybe TSC...so that way if someday you want a sex change you can be the space cowgirl?

 TSC: Oooo Nice but I'm a girl now.

 Me:  Are you sure….check!