The Weird Kid
Monday, July 28, 2008
A short Conversation
I don't want to write about my family in my new blog. "Family," meaning the one I came out of, not the one I am building now. Writing about them is the blogging equivalent of stuffing myself sick on cheap, stale candy. I don't think I can describe it better than that, even if it doesn't quite make sense.
So, I'll just relay this.
A Short Conversation with my sister-in-law.
"No, your Mom can't come to the phone right now cuz she's in the bathroom making deviled eggs."
Okay then.
But just let me say, hours later I saw the crusting, half-full cream cheese package behind the sink with my very own eyes. Just in case you thought it was a new scatological slang. No no.
Not at all.
So, I'll just relay this.
A Short Conversation with my sister-in-law.
"No, your Mom can't come to the phone right now cuz she's in the bathroom making deviled eggs."
Okay then.
But just let me say, hours later I saw the crusting, half-full cream cheese package behind the sink with my very own eyes. Just in case you thought it was a new scatological slang. No no.
Not at all.
posted by Imez at 2:40 PM
4 Comments:
I just love you so much. I would so read a book about your family if you wrote it--I would anything you write, anywhere.
Thank you for coming back.
I missed you much and more.
aren't families ...ummm...fun?
when I read " she's in the bathroom making devil eggs" i thought...WTF??? But, like I said, families.....sheer entertainment! lol
I may never eat another deviled egg, as long as i live.
That. is. hilarious. I've never mastered the trick of making deviled eggs on the toilet; too funny. That said, it's your blog; write about whatever you want :)
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