The Blair Bunch: December 2012

The last 3 months in pictures. No words. Just pictures.

Things I Never Thought I Would Hear or Say

Izzie: Mom, me & you...1 2 3 quiet game with no noise. Mom: OK
Ryan: The last thing I need is for my Mom to die.
Izzie: You wanna fight? Mom: No. Izzie: Why? Are you scared?
Izzie: Mom, what's wrong with your butt?
Izzie: No, my birthday is in July, stupid!
Mom: Good morning my little ray of sunshine. Hannah: No. I'm a cloud of darkness.
Izzie: Do you think I'm freaky?
Izzie: Mom. I'm your fodder.
Mom: Izzie, how old are you? Izzie: 2. Mom: How old will you be on your birthday? Izzie: I'm gonna be old!
Hannah: My quiz says I'm attracted to rednecks!
Ryan: My Mom didn't follow the Prophet because she went to a bar(n)!
Isabella: Those are Pappaw's (blue plaid pajama pants @ Wal-mart).
Hannah: Mom, you took like 100 naps during the movie.
Isabella: I'm sick of it!
Mom: Ryan, do you like your new pajamas? Ryan: Yeah, it's a dead Santa.
Hannah: RED ALERT! RED ALERT! Izzie just threw up on my blanket!
Hannah: Ryan is in my bubble!
Hannah: I never get a delicious snack.
Hannah: WETNESS!!!
Hannah: You could come over tomorrow because I am totally not booked.
Ryan: Look! I'm Frankenstein!
Ryan: What's that smell? It smells like a skunk.
Ryan: Mom, do you need a break from me?
Ryan: You shouldn't have done that!
Ryan: This is the worst lunch ever!
Hannah: I think I broke my butt knuckle.
Hannah: I'm going to kick Aunt Flo out of the house. Does that mean I would be beating myself up?
Ryan: Aw, sick! There's gum under there. And it touched me.
Ryan's mouth open. Hannah: I can see your dangly thing.
Ryan: It looks like a bowling ball.
Hannah: That is totally inappropriate for me to wear.
Ryan: No, mine's green!
Hannah: Is John McCain going to take away our Webkins?
Ryan: My weiner is a robot.
Hannah: At least I'm not the Queen of Death.
Ryan: The floor ate my bologna.
Hannah: Here's my oranges. Don't like 'em. Never gonna eat 'em.
Mom: Turn that down & shut the door!
Ryan: Look, there's a deadyard/junkyard/graveyard
Hannah: Elderly = Really Old
Pat: Hannah, finishing eating your potatoes. Hannah: How many bites are we talking about?
Ryan: My tummy is full. It is growling at you.
Hannah: Did you just call my brother a little boy? Ryan throws shoe @ boy!
Ryan: I'm moving to West Virginia. Will you take me to the airport?
Mom: Ryan, please don't clean the TV with your tongue.
Mom: Because I'm the boss, that's why!
Hannah: A girl can forget, can't she?
Ryan: Hesident Prinkly
Ryan: I'm sorry, Mom, for flushing my apples down the toilet.
Hannah: Try www dot how to get apples out of the toilet dot com.

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