I’m terrible at keeping a straight face.

I have a sign in my kitchen (of which I tried 38 times to get a good pic. You’ll have to use your imagination.) that says

National Sarcasm Society

(Like we need your support)

I don’t usually buy manufactured art, but when I saw this… well. It was obviously meant to be mine.

It’s been hanging in the house for many months now, first in the family room and now in the kitchen. Violet has commented on it before, (“Oh, you bought that because you are sarcasm?”  Nice.) but tonight over dinner she said the following, which caused me to snort maple syrup. (Yes, we had pancakes tonight. Yes, we probably have them for dinner more often than you. No, that’s not the most shocking dinner revelation I could lay on you. Try this one on – Joe had BEER and pancakes for dinner. You’re jealous.) -

 

“Is that last word society? Or soshitty?”

 

Honestly. I don’t know who approved Joe and I as parents. It was a long, long time before we could answer her. She would have gotten a more coherent answer had she asked Beavis or Butthead.

So shitty? Really? I could have died, people. Choking on a pancake is no laughing matter. So shitty.

I am sarcasm.