Me:  Can someone get this big a$$ jar out of here?

Scot:  Big a$$ jar that is a bag.

Katie and I:  What?

Scot:  Big A$$ Jar is B A G and that is bag.

Katie:  Jar starts with J.

Scot:  Right it starts with J.

Katie: So it cannot be B A G.  J cannot make the G sound.

Scot:  Yes it can.

Me:  No it can’t.  G can make the J sound, but J cannot make the G sound – it can make the H sound though.

Scot:  Yes it can.  What about Judge, what does judge start with?

Katie and I:  J

Scot:  Right, it’s got a D in it and J can make the G sound.

Katie and I:  NO IT CAN’T!

Scot: Jiggle starts with G.

Katie:  No, but giggle does, jiggle starts with J.

Me:  And you were saying J makes the G sound and spelling jiggle with a G would only prove that G makes the J sound not vice versa.

Katie (mocking Scot):  I learned to spell with Hooked on Phonics!  Is this Overheard worthy?

Me:  Definitely, come help me with this.

Scot:  I hope you both screw it up.

Scot:  Brings a whole new meaning to the jiggly room.

Katie:  That makes no sense.  Is there a reference I am not getting?

Scot:  It is funny the giggly room sounds like a comedy club, but the jiggly room sounds like a strip club.

Katie:  The giggly room would be a dumb name for a comedy club.

Scot:  You guys suck!

Me:  We may suck, but at least we can spell.

Me:  There is nowhere in the English language where a J sounds like a hard G.

Scot:  Okay.  I always thought they were interchangeable.

Scot:  See how big his thing is?

Katie:  Yes

Scot:  Having a bigger thing means you have higher social status.  The lower status men don’t have a big thing, they have small ones.

Katie:  Do they choose to have bigger things?

Scot:  Well, the worker bees don’t have time to have a big thing, they just have little things.

Me:  What is this thing you are talking about?

Scot:  Actually he has six things.

Me:  You guys are weirdos.

(Katie and Scot talking about the Centauris from Babylon 5)

Scot:  The ice cream is hard as a rock.

Me:  It is always like that when you put it in the big freezer.

Scot:  Well, there was no room in the little one.  Hey Joey, maybe you can take over for a bit.  You are a buxom young man.

Me:  I don’t think that means what you think it means.

Scot:  What, buxom?  Is that not a real word?

Me:  I am not sure if it is a real word or slang, but look it up.  I think it means big boobs.

Scot:  (checks google)  Yeah, that doesn’t describe Joey at all.  I had no idea it meant that.

Me:  Obviously.

Joey:  Did Katie tell you that she finally got her homemade leg wax stuff to work?

Scot:  Really?  So you finally took that goo out of the fridge?

Katie:  Yeah, I just had to cook it some more.

Joey:  But she broke a bowl doing it.

Katie:  Not the bowl that it was in.

Scot:  Did you microwave it?

Katie:  No, I cooked it on the stove.

Scot:  You cannot cook with a bowl on the stove.

Katie:  I put it in a pan.

Scot:  You cannot put a bowl in a pan.

Katie:  I did not put the bowl in the pan.

Scot:  Then how did you break the bowl?

Joey:  She threw it with a spoon.

Katie:  I was trying to spoon it out of the bowl.

Joey:  Yeah, but she threw the whole thing across the room and it shattered, but it was all still stuck together.  Then she picked up the spoon and chunks of glass just started falling off.

Katie:  I cleaned up all of the glass.

Scot:  I think that this is something that could only happen in our house.

Scot:  If only there was a pillow that was endorsed by the American Pillow Association.

Me:  Maybe it would help with your moderate to severe plaguing sleeplessness.  You might not have to take the drugs that cause you to have bouts of uncontrollable gambling in your sleep.

(While sitting around the table working on a jigsaw puzzle)

Me:  I am looking for a piece with a bicycle on it.

Joey:  Bikes are acoustic motorcycles.

Scot:  What are you talking about?

Joey:  Bikes are acoustic motorcycles.

Katie:  This is our family on puzzles.

Scot:  Imagine what we would be like on drugs.

All of us started singing:  It’s all about the drugs, bout the drugs…