brian put his arm around me while we were sitting on the couch and i was lulling oliver into said sleep upon my chest. my response to his action was a firm-handed "rabbel-rabbel". i can't guarantee the spelling of that, but you may remember it as the token phrase of mcdonald-land's Hamburgler... which became my new nickname for brian several weeks ago when he decided to start toying with the delicate formula of homeopathic odor fighters.
so then, after i sounded the warning horn, i asked him if he was going to drink that beer.
and then... and then i said: "or are you going to put it under your arms and call it deodorant?"
and then i giggled like i did while typing that because it was so darned funny and oliver roused himself from his very satisfying slumber long enough to laugh too.
moral of the story: it hurts to type this slow.