Myself and two friends coined this Saturday night- a new acronym for texting and IMing. Ready for it?
IJS = “I’m just saying…”
As in: “Look, I think Peter Dinklage is cute. IJS…”
Don’t break my heart and tell me this is already part of tween lexicon.
So Saturday night. We got our first stranger baby-sitter for Jonah through a service here. We had a birthday party to go to that was way fun. I came home buzzed and of course it was time for Master Jonah to eat (they honestly refer to him that way in this country- his mail, his prescriptions, etc.). While simultaneously chugging water, making food and scouring the Web for information on breastfeeding while intoxicated, Bryan decided that the most scientific way to assure I would not poison our son would be to give me a quick quiz, which would then be a measure of sobriety. It follows verbatim:
B: When was the Declaration of Independence signed?
Y: Okay, this is a hard one. I am going to guess 1776.
B: You weren’t sure? It’s so easy.
Y: Well I mean there’s like the Magna Carta, the Emancipation Proclamation…so many things.
B: Who invented the cotton gin?
Y: Eli Whitney! BOO. YAH!
B: That was easy. Who invented the assembly line?
Y: [pause] [pause] [pause] OH MY GOSH IT’S HENRY FORD. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I rule.