Rocket Ship Underpants

Courtlinisms

"We don't smoke."

The ism was born the week after Valentines Day when Courtlin and I rummaged through the bunch-of-junk cart located at the back of Macey's grocery store, our second home, only to find the irresistible left over plush valentine toys we would carry with us through the store, as we attempted to talk ourselves out of buying them. Actually, I was attempting...Courtlin was not helping.

Its ridiculous to buy yourself a stuffed animal that's soft and floofy, but I'm still a little irate I spent over twenty hours designing and constructing a tiger skin jacket for the floofy haired lion I'd purchased that one boyfriend I had once for Christmas so he could live his childhood dream of having a Hobbes and being the pokey haired blonde boy. He was a pokey-haired blonde boy, but then he dumped, er...rather forgot to tell me he dumped me before he even opened the gift...and, I don't care what anyone thinks, I want it back!

So, as we took out various food items that equaled the price of the plush toys we'd already begun to call our own (Courtlin even named hers), and slowly pushed our carts to the front of the store, Courtlin declared, "Jordan! We don't smoke!"

"So, what?"

"So, we don't have to spend the money on cigarettes!"

It was true, and always will be. So now, whenever Courtlin needs to convince me to buy something I don't really need--like a gigantic water gun or High School Musical 1 AND 2--she claims, with the same amount of enthusiasm as at the ism's birth, "WE DON'T SMOKE! So we can buy this!"




"Sometimes my rocket ship underpants aren't any good--Wait!?"