Whaddup, Face?

Growing up together and having the same warped sense of humor - two of the many reasons why my brother and I never fail to crack each other up.

We have tons of inside jokes - about our family, our friends, even classmates who we haven't seen in years (we still make this expression that is forever referred to by the name of the girl my brother went to kindergarten with who had a strange-shaped mouth).

Perfect example: when we were in high school, there was this girl who had the unfortunate last name of "Face" (first names omitted to protect the innocent) - and not only that, when her senior picture was taken for the yearbook, the photographer cruelly zoomed in on her head, so her Face filled the entire frame (hee hee).

Anyway, for that reason alone, my brother and I have been calling each other "Face" for over a decade, usually when we are pissed off at each other. "Shut up Face." "Don't call me Face, Face!" "Face." "Face." - you get the picture.

We are usually able to keep this one under wraps, but when we went on vacation to CA, spending so much time together brought the Face out in full effect. From the minute the plane landed, we were going back and forth, calling each other Face. During our vacation, we found something even funnier than calling each other Face - calling hubby Face. Ah, the memories.

Calling the hubby Face has continued well past the family vacation. And hubby has embraced the Face (again, hee hee). When he and my brother went to play golf a couple of weeks ago, they even called us from the car - apparently, "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" by the Spin Doctors was playing on the radio, and hearing the following verse made them crack up:

Been a whole lot easier since b*tch left town...
Been a whole lot happier without her face around...

They even changed the words to "Little Face Can't be Wrong." I was so proud.