From the realm of Things That Seem Related But Really Aren't:
Crissy: (something something) Sarasota.
Rox: Oh, I have a friend who lives in Sarasota! but he's moving to San Diego.
Crissy: Really? I have a friend who lives in San Diego, but she's moving to Pensacola!
Rox: Oh wow!
...And then we laughed really hard.
From the realm of my parents:
(As Mom and I dig through all the Black Friday sales fliers)
Me: Ooh, look, stand mixers. My friend just got one and she loves it. But these are too pricey for me.
Dad: Look, here's one that's a lot cheaper. Probably not as good, though.
Me: Yeah, I don't really need one of those right now.
Dad: How many do they have?
Me: What, stand mixers? How many do you need, Dad?
Dad: No, sales fliers! [He actually said, how many do *we* have, meaning fliers on the table.]
Mom: They probably have a couple hundred, don't you think?
Me: Dad wants to get a different stand mixer to match every one of his silk kimonos.
Mom: He's going to show up at Kohl's at 5AM tomorrow morning with a cart.
Me: The guy at the checkout will be like, "Picking up some holiday gifts today, sir?" and Dad will be like, "No, these are all for me!"
...And I'm still giggling about this, just picturing my dad surrounded by stand mixers in a variety of pretty colors, wanting to buy them all.
::edit:: All afternoon we've been making up an opera about how much we love potatoes--all three of us crammed in the kitchen, singing in silly baritones about where are the potatoes and how many do we need and we love to eat potatoes. Sometimes I really love my family.
Crissy: (something something) Sarasota.
Rox: Oh, I have a friend who lives in Sarasota! but he's moving to San Diego.
Crissy: Really? I have a friend who lives in San Diego, but she's moving to Pensacola!
Rox: Oh wow!
...And then we laughed really hard.
From the realm of my parents:
(As Mom and I dig through all the Black Friday sales fliers)
Me: Ooh, look, stand mixers. My friend just got one and she loves it. But these are too pricey for me.
Dad: Look, here's one that's a lot cheaper. Probably not as good, though.
Me: Yeah, I don't really need one of those right now.
Dad: How many do they have?
Me: What, stand mixers? How many do you need, Dad?
Dad: No, sales fliers! [He actually said, how many do *we* have, meaning fliers on the table.]
Mom: They probably have a couple hundred, don't you think?
Me: Dad wants to get a different stand mixer to match every one of his silk kimonos.
Mom: He's going to show up at Kohl's at 5AM tomorrow morning with a cart.
Me: The guy at the checkout will be like, "Picking up some holiday gifts today, sir?" and Dad will be like, "No, these are all for me!"
...And I'm still giggling about this, just picturing my dad surrounded by stand mixers in a variety of pretty colors, wanting to buy them all.
::edit:: All afternoon we've been making up an opera about how much we love potatoes--all three of us crammed in the kitchen, singing in silly baritones about where are the potatoes and how many do we need and we love to eat potatoes. Sometimes I really love my family.
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Date: 2006-11-23 08:00 pm (UTC)From:Glad you seem to be having a good Thanksgiving! :P
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Date: 2006-11-23 10:02 pm (UTC)From:Happy Thanksgiving!