a while back...

mum says in response to something - which frankly, i can't recall -

"... and that's the way the cookie crumbles."

verr: "where's the cookie from?" or "and where is that?" (once again, something to that extent)

me: "you know, *shrugs casually* where they make cookies... like france."

MY GOD. i wonder how on earth i come up with these things.

mum and verr: both turn to give me the look, then laugh their heads off pretty much incredulously/hysterically.

to self: think i've been watching too much "my lovely samsoon"