Random bits from the past 24 hours have looked like this:
1. E-mail from me to my co-worker, "T-Fund":
Are you going to sit 3 cubes from me, all day, and just pretened like the ROL Reunion Show never happened?
2. While driving and and on the phone with my sister, hashing and rehashing some emotionally exhausting family matters from the same day, I see something only to interrupt:
"but the real issue at hand now is...does The DQ take credit?"
FYI, the Dairy Queen in my town sadly (SADLY!) does not appear to take it ( and I say "appear" because I didn't have the grapes to ask the cashier - it was all I could do to walk up and search the windows for the little Visa/MC emblems). Yeah, from now on I'm keeping a spare five in the glovebox for such emergencies.
3. Phonecall from other sister, while I am at work, trying to ...work:
"Have you seen Alvin & the Chipmunks movie?"
"Uh, no . And why on earth would I?"
"Actually, it's not bad. Anyway, the music from it is pretty good. It current day music but it's done with the chipmunks' voices."
"Exactly how is the selling me on the music? And if this is what you have become, a woman who appreciates music sung by chipmunks, then you are definitely not selling me on parenthood."
"Hey, trust me - anything is better than having to listen to The Wiggles. all day."
"Again, you are not selling me. Stop it."