The above picture is from couple pics we took at a park we've been wanting to visit forever. We finally pulled ourselves together enough to go take some pictures there. Right as we got there and set up, a car full of men parked by ours. We watched them as they sat there and drank and talked. When we finally decided to go home, after several other gangster-like cars drove past, one of the men grabbed a cigarette and walked to the tree right by our car and started whizzing on its trunk. Blake is scarred for life and we have decided to never return to that park again. Welcome to Oklahoma City. Or, as my sister calls it, the slum of the midwest.
So, of course I have collected some more nuggets of Blakeage that I had to share with my family. He's a goon and I love him.
*To the tune of Spongebob* "Ohhhhhhhhh, there once was a Blaken who had a booty" *BLAKEN BOOTY!* "It was small and cute and very stinky" *BLAKEN BOOTY* "His Jocelyn didn't know what to do. She said, 'Blake! You smell like a poo!" *Blaken booty…*
"I'm puppy McBlake! Arf arf!"
Me: "That was a wet little kiss." Blake: "That's because it was a lick."
Me: "Mchoovensen is your evil alter-ego." Blake: "Well I love you. Mchoovensen only tolerates you."
Me: "You read a whole chapter??" B: "No, just finished one… it's taken me a couple days because it's always like, 'Oh! Jocelyn needs attention from the Blake!'"
B: *While listening to a song* "This song is like you! You want her, but she's so mean!"
*Gave him a cookie and got my own. He ate his and asked for a bite of mine. I gave him one. B: "Give me another bite. Aka: that cookie."
B: *Mumble mumble* J: You made your bum sneeze??! B: No! I made my gums bleed!
"Are you writing that down for your 'Crap Blake Says' post?"
*Talking about me being half black* J: "Which of my parents is black?" B: "Your mom of course! She's so gangster!"
*Looking at Blake's tuberculosis test shot, I give him a kiss* J: "Oh no! I might get an sTB!" B: "You didn't get a sexually transmitted Blaken! Otherwise you'd be pregnant."
*As we're leaving a store* B: "I've been crop dusting the whole store."
"Feel my pa-*voice cracks*-in."
*I was putting kale into the stir fry* "Hissssssssssss"
*Talking about how easy our relationship is* "Every day is a struggle." "Hey!" "You don't know what kind of struggle." "Oh. What kind?" "A struggle to keep my hands off you!"
*Giving me my morning hug* "You smell like sweat… And shame."
Me: "I'm gonna make us both green smoothies tomorrow." B: "Hissssssss."
*While doing p90x yoga he looks at me and grimaces* "Hurts my pee-noose."
Calls Mnm's "En-uh-mems"
B: *Mumble mumble* J: "You want horse legs??" B: I want porcelains!"
*Me, sitting quietly, reading. Blake suddenly leans over and bites my shoulder. Bites like he wants to salt and deep-fry my ligaments.* Me: "Ow!" B: "LOVE ME!"
