Little Victory

(As we're discussing our impormptu plan of crashing Elle's already-full house as a small group...)

Kaz: Should we bring sleeping bags?
Moi: I don't know. Do you all have sleeping bags?
Kaz + Dave: No.
Moi: Then we probably shouldn't bring any.

Kaz: Are you bringing anything for them?
Moi: I have salsa and "crisps."
Kaz: Why're you saying crisps like that? And don't you mean tortilla chips?
Moi: Well, whenever I say chips or fries I get yelled at.
Dave: By me and Alan.
Moi: So even though the bag says chips, I call them crisps.

(This then leads into gianormous debate once again about crips and chips. Kaz maintains that crisps aren't for dipping but chips are. Dave brought up example of Pringles- crisps for dipping. Yeah, I was horrified by that, too, but they've got these new dippable Pringles. I stand by the line, however, that once corn is added into the mix, those babies are chips not crisps. And that should, theoreticaly trump all other arguments. Though it is odd that the Pringles dippers have both potatoes and corn.)

Kaz: What time should we leave then?
Moi: There's a train for five past 5pm. And one for 4pm. But (pointing to Dave) your cinnamon buns won't be ready in time.
Dave: Right
(Kaz trying hard to suppress giggles.)
Moi: What? He actually made cinnamon buns, ok?! I'm talking about actual buns.
Kaz: Ok, so you thought of it, too. Just making sure that my mind wasn't the only one somewhere else.

Dave: Why is it that whenever I make them I get heckled?
Moi: You get heckled?
Dave: People hold signs outside my door and everything. Heckled.