Mouses.

No, that wasn't a typo.

Last weekend, at my friend's house, a guy said he saw three mouses. I told him, it's mice. Then as I giggled, I told The College Sister what he said, and he interuppted with "mices". Again, I said, "MICE!" Then I asked another guy to tell me the plural of mouse. He said mouses. And another guy. And another. So literally the whole football team said mouses with a few exceptions.

Two said mice was the singular, and mouse was the plural. A couple said mices. One said "rats" which was hilarious. Only three of the boys gave me the right answer.

Then the original guy and the second guy to say "mouses" decided to try and get me back, so they asked me to tell them the word for the birds that tend to go on football fields. When I said I didn't know what they meant, they said they could be white and black, or gray, or silver, or white. (I told them they already said white, but they ignored me.) Somehow, I figured out that it was geese. Then the first guy told me, "ok, so what's the plural?"

"Um, that IS the plural."

"Ok, so what's the singular?"

"Goose."

At this, they commenced to jump up and down while giggling manically.

"Um, that's the right word."

The first guy stopped jumping and said, "She's right."

I just stared at them and said, "You just made yourself look even stupider."

They didn't have a response.

I guess they took one too many hits on the head.

Aaanyway, for Thanksgiving, there's a Thanksgiving basketball classic here that The College Sister's playing in so my Dad and Baby Sister is coming up. I can't wait.

I'm also getting a haircut that weekend--the bottom part of my hair's dead. So I can't wait for that.

That's pretty much all the news I have so far :)