my fantastic little sister never fails to amuse me. first, she had her whole neeewdles thingy with noodles.. then there was the story of sunflower seed factories that make use of hamsters to shell the seeds. ("how else do you think the seeds come out so pretty and saltily flavorered?" i managed to ask with a freaking straight face. i rock.)

tonight, while watching news, my mom remarked that her blackberry did not have predictive texting. i nodding, as if she was stating the obvious. wasn't she? then little did i know, she was actually wondering why her blackberry didn't have predictive text.. which made the whole night even funnier.

after a while, my younger sister came out from the kitchen and looked at my mom.

"Where's your blueberry?"

now, i honestly thought it was most selfish of my mommy to buy blueberries and not tell me. my mom just stared at my younger sister quizzically. my younger sister had a don't-you-understand-the-words-that-are-coming-out-of-my-mouth look on her face.

then my mother collapsed, laughing. "IT'S A BLACKBERRY!"

*twirling hair moment*

i laughed sooo hard, i swear. it's just as bad as my 4 bimbotic darlings chorusing "oohhsss" when i broke open the macaroon at Menotti.

i decided that i shld get some work done in the study. after a while, my younger sister walked into the study, fuming. she asked me if i knew that the blackberry didn't have a predictive text function. i nodded. like duh right?

apparantly, she decided to help my mom activate the predictive text mode. (??????!!?!!???). i stared at her like she was mad. now, she's feeling like an absolute idiot and i'm blogging about it to share her fantastic little night with everyone.

my poor little bimbo-tic sister. *twirl hair*