You know you're a Monfette when...

1. it takes your Dad 20 minutes to get through the first question of the "What kind of flirt?" test because he is analyzing the 1 sentence scenario. Scooting to Forever 21 to score a skirt is kinda complicated. :) (He's a fab flirter, as am I, if you were wondering!Half the family was Hushed Hunnies and thankfully no Man Eating MaMa's among us!)

2. you try to give your 54 year old father the "What kind of flirt are you?" pre-teen magazine test in the first place.

3. the instructions your family gives about the new pepper grinder sound something like this: "Righty, grindy" We have all yet to figure out what Lefty is...

4. you puke all over the back of the mini van affectionately known as "the Bomber." (yeah, that was me... who knew I still get car sick?)

5. you ride the train from hades with people who claim not to be from "Sagi-nasty" and stand up and ask the whole car (which smells like garbage) if anyone is bothered by their laptops blaring their movies, with a scary couple who stares at you across the aisle and asks if you have a headache when you scratch your temple randomly.... creeper!

6. you laugh out loud at a man wearing a Bob Dylan shirt who asks a girl on the train at 7:30am if he can "slide in" and then does not stop talking for an hour.... hahahhaha! poor girl. Shut it Bob!

7. you and your Mom sit in "the Bomber" (contaminated with puke) laughing so hard tears are rolling down your face because you are watching 8 grown men try to set up a gigantic Christmas tree in downtown Armada. As hard as they heaved on that rope, and as good as they looked in their Carhart onsies... they just could not get the job done!