If ever I were to worry that the legacy of my bizarre sense of humor were to go with me to the grave... well, I don't need to worry.This is my neice. Maggie. Her nickname is Monkey Bubble. She is completely whacky and wonderful. Completely random and funny. Whitty and weird in a good way.
One time we were at a restaurant and the foil curled up lid on one of the plastic butter packs was flapping in the breeze of the ceiling fan. “LOOK Uncle Rob...” Maggie said in a low gravely Pee Wee Herman-esque voice, “the butter's talking!”