Joelle is hilarious. Hilarious. She's probably the funniest 13 (almost fourteen year old) around. In fact, I've started a Twitter account for her hilarity. (@JoelleHumor).
For the past few weeks she's been telling my family about the unjust amounts of skinny shredded cheese provided for students ordering from the baked potato bar. As we finished talking about some serious business, Joelle interjected "On a positive note, tomorrow I'm going to start a rebellion on the baked potato bar. Skinny cheese unlimited!!!" *raises fist in the air*
One day, we were watching a basketball game, when suddenly we see a man wearing a bacon suit. Yes, a bacon suit. After Joelle--with her affinity for bacon-sees this man in his meaty costume, she declares "When my boyfriend proposes to me, he'd better be wearing a bacon suit....or at least have bacon prepared for me to eat."
From the previous two examples it's probably pretty evident that Joelle loves food. One day, she asked me if our school has a "foods" class in high school. I thought she meant a home-economics class, but she notified me that this class only offers cooking and eating food rather than sewing, caring for children, etc. She was extremely disappointed that no such class exists at SCS.
Random quotes or conversations with Joelle:
"I had a dream you had another baby. Technically it was a robot, but then it turned into a baby."
"Whenever I want to speak in a British accent, I close my eyes and picture Adele saying whatever I'm attempting to say."
While watching The Bachelorette--Chris: "I want Emily to see a castle-esque building since she took me to one." Joelle: "What if he took her to a White Castle?"
"I'm sorry I'm some kinda stone. The kind that gets in the way. Stepping stone. Stepping rock. Stumbling stone. STUMBLING BLOCK!"
"When sopranos sing this song in choir it's awesome" Joelle
"You're an alto, aren't you?" Mom
"No, a soprano." Joelle
"So, basically what you're saying is YOU sound awesome." Me
"Yep." Joelle
Me and Joelle this past November
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