High-pitched yelping scream.
Friend: "What was that?"
Me: "Oh, that was the cats chasing the dog."
Friend: "Oh...?"
Me: "Yeah, I know. I have really wimpy dogs."
Also, my cat Foxy made me laugh until I cried the other day - she's the only one of my cats that can do so. Basically, we have a big kitchen full of stacked drawers and with a big center island. She's very talented at opening drawers when she wants to get in them, because they're easy to open.
Anyway, she opened the top drawer and dug around in there for a while, then tried to jump from the drawer to the center island, but easy-opening drawers also make for easy-closing ones, and the drawer slammed shut as she jumped. She sailed over and smacked belly-first onto the edge of the island, her back legs scrabbling madly, before she slid off and landed in a little heap on the floor. Naturally, being a cat and proud like that, she immediately pretended that she had meant to do that all along.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saw my cousin Jessica's go at this, and thought I'd do the same.
I've bolded the things I've done in my life.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given to charities
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning.
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice(Not yet, but we're planning to go in June!)
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person(Love Rome!)
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible.
86. Visited the White House- the outside.
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous(Lots!)
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Been involved in a law suit
97. Owned a cell phone
98. Been stung by a bee
99. Seen Mount Rushmore in person
100. Learned to play an instrument
49/100 isn't bad. I'd love to see Mount Rushmore and Michelangelo's David and go to Africa and publish a book and tons of other things, although I don't think I'd want to go on an overnight train. But maybe that would be easier than an overnight plane, which is a huge gigantic bummer.
I've bolded the things I've done in my life.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given to charities
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning.
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice(Not yet, but we're planning to go in June!)
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person(Love Rome!)
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible.
86. Visited the White House- the outside.
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous(Lots!)
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Been involved in a law suit
97. Owned a cell phone
98. Been stung by a bee
99. Seen Mount Rushmore in person
100. Learned to play an instrument
49/100 isn't bad. I'd love to see Mount Rushmore and Michelangelo's David and go to Africa and publish a book and tons of other things, although I don't think I'd want to go on an overnight train. But maybe that would be easier than an overnight plane, which is a huge gigantic bummer.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Pictures of Rome
Debbie wanted pictures - who am I to deny such a request?
I don't have a lot cause the camera died after the first day, after which I bought post cards, but here are a few interesting ones...
Below, our first picture of Rome, of a strange, triangular shaped building.
I don't have a lot cause the camera died after the first day, after which I bought post cards, but here are a few interesting ones...
Below, our first picture of Rome, of a strange, triangular shaped building.
Here, on our way to the Colosseum, through this tunnel. I snapped a quick picture of Mom in the entrance. Behind her is someone sleeping on a mattress.
Our first glimpse of the Colosseum.
And our Gladiator friends. The ringleader - the one who followed us - is the one on the left that I'm holding at swordpoint. Note the modern beanie.
A startlingly pretty picture of the sky over the rim of the Colosseum. The weather was beautiful while we were there.
An old temple cracked in half during World War I (according to David). I just thought it was neat looking.
The old aquaducts beneath the House of Augustus. These ones are no longer functioning, but the city is still supplied by the same network that these ones belong to, and the water is still pure and drinkable.
This is a picture I took because I love this style, with the sun behind the tree. I took it standing in the ruins of the Palatines, (The House of Augustus standing on the ruins of the House of Nero), and you can see the ruins behind the tree.
Standing on the Palatines, two twin columns stretch into the sky, a view of Rome behind them. The two basilicas in the lower right hand corner are St. Peter's in the Vatican (the leftmost one), and I think the Piazza del Popolo.
One of my favorite pictures. Sometimes I surprise myself, truly. The remainder of the Temple of Saturn.
This one has a story behind it - Mom and I wondered about the Egyptian statue in front of the Obelisk but didn't expect it to be a living person. Mom offered to go hug it for a picture, which I didn't get because I was laughing too hard. This was taken before that, from far away and zoomed as close as the camera would go. At the time, I thought it was a neat statue.
View of Rome from the Palatines. Another of my favorite pictures, because when scaled to full size it's beautifully sharp and clear, with the Colosseum presiding. I'll get this one framed when I get the chance.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Book Releases
Okay, what is it with April 7th? Is it just like a default date, because three of my book series are releasing the next installment on April 7th 2009; Jim Butcher's Turn Coat, Sara Monet's Corambis, and Patrick Rothfuss's Wise Man's Fear. Is it really a release date, or just something they put down there to take up space?
I'll tell you one thing, though...if it's actually the correct release date, April 7th is going to be a field day for me. I'll be pre-ordering all three books off Amazon, and use the rest of my Amazon certificates to do so. :) It'll be so worth it.
I'll tell you one thing, though...if it's actually the correct release date, April 7th is going to be a field day for me. I'll be pre-ordering all three books off Amazon, and use the rest of my Amazon certificates to do so. :) It'll be so worth it.
So. Europe.
First, Amsterdam.
Amsterdam was cold, cold like you wouldn't believe. It averaged at about -15 celcius during the day, which levels out at about 5 1/2 degrees fahrenheit, which was the coldest it has gotten in the Netherlands for about 20 years. And, while my mother and our investors got to wear nice furry boots and thermal underwear, fleece pajama pants, and flannel-lined jeans, I as the rider was in my thin breeches, riding boots, and snowboarding jacket the entire time. Mom got to wear her down jacket that went down to her knees and big bulky gloves, while I was in my thin leather riding gloves.
Did I mention it was about 5 degrees?
Cold aside, it was definitely our most productive trip yet - I think I rode about thirty horses all told, and I picked out five or six that I really liked, and we chose two from the top of those who are in the process of getting their pre-purchase examinations to ensure they're healthy and uninjured. We're awaiting word on the gray gelding, Vegas, who was examined sometime yesterday.
We managed to take half-a-day after we concluded our business to wander around the city before we flew out, but even without the cold Amsterdam isn't really our thing - it's less a tourist city and more a party place than I would like. We did see the Anne Frank house, which was very fascinating but didn't fail to make me very sad. We had mexican food for lunch, which was interesting because they have their own interpretation - in this case, the salsa was very sweet, like fruit jelly or jam. It was too sweet for mom's taste, although I quite liked it.
Where Amsterdam was disappointing, Rome was absolutely a delight. For one, it was positively warm there, at least in comparison. It was bright and sunny and it probably helped that for the first time in the entire trip I got to wear my warm clothing, but aside from that the city was simply fun. The Italians do not speak a lot of English, which differs from Amsterdam where English is almost as prevalent as Dutch, but I found I didn't mind this because my basic understanding of Spanish and Latin served me very well - I could understand quite a lot more than I expected to, and it made me feel much more at ease.
Also, Rome is simply my kind of city. For years I contemplated archaeology as a career, and still would love to do so, and Rome has been called the biggest archaeological site in the world. We took tours of the Colosseum, the Palatines, the Christian catacombs and crypts, the Church of San Clemente's (a clear example of how the city is layered on top of itself), and the Church of the Immaculate Conception, which was seriously amazing. More about that later. We also saw the remains of the ancient city wall, the thermal baths, and various in-progress archaeological digs througout the city.
My favorite was San Clemente's, simply because it's utterly astonishing, and still boggles my mind almost a week later. The current San Clemente's Basilica was built some time in the 12th century. In the eighteen hundreds, the then priest of the church, Father Mullooly, heard rushing water beneath the church which allegedly kept him up at night. In frustration, he had workers start to dig beneath the church. The diggers broke through the ceiling of a second, nearly intact church beneath the main one, a fourth century church of the same name. The fourth century workers had filled the old church with pieces of stone and marble and sand and dirt, packing the rooms for support. The nineteenth century workers cleared out the rubble and reinforced the walls in order to support the top church, but they didn't find the source of the water.
Beneath the fourth century church was a second century church. Beneath the second century church was a first century pagan temple of mithrais. Beneath that was a early first century appartment complex.
We got to see all the levels, and let me tell you, I almost passed out from sheer disbelief. They showed us a tiny little hallway, about two feet wide, and told us it was an ancient alley way between two different buildings and sealed over to provide a floor for the building on top! The mithraic temple still had the original pagan altar there, carved with their version of Adam. There were ancient frescoes, painted like stories, with captions and dialogue. You could see the original collumns that held up the ceilings - mismatched because they were all stolen from other buildings!
Then we saw the other church, which was called The Church of the Immaculate Conception but was nicknamed 'the Bone Church' by locals because of the practice the monks had of putting each other's bones on the walls. The designs were astonishingly elaborate - flowers made of lower jawbones and stars made of vertebrae, with skulls jauntily sitting atop pillars of stacked femurs and ribs forming the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Three of the four rooms had earthen floors, the dirt itself a very dark brown dirt a lot like clay, taken from the Holy Land itself. There were crosses on the floor, marking the spot where monks were buried. It was considered a huge honor to be buried in Holy Land, and with only three small rooms of the stuff, the monks had to take turns. Apparently, the newly dead would be buried until they were sufficiently decomposed, after which they were taken out and put on the walls, and the next ones put in.
The catacombs were very interesting also - most of the graves themselves had been sacked by barbarians looking for treasure, so most of the bodies were gone, but you could see chunks of original flooring and marble seals, and there were even a pair of sarcophogi with ancient bodies inside that we could see through the glass lids. The bodies themselves were nearly invisible - they looked like flakes of charcoal. I could see a fragment of tibia of one body, and the shape of the feet through the linen wrappings on the other.
I thought the city wall was amazing - you could see where repairs had been made throughout the thousands of years the wall has been standing. The oldest standing sections are made of huge blocks of dark gray stone, and other sections made of a different type of rock, smaller stones and lighter in color. It was like a puzzle, put together over hundreds of years by hundreds of different people.
The Colosseum was great too, although our tour guide was less than stellar. It was the first place we went to the morning after we arrived, and we got there early so we wandered around a bit before our tour was supposed to start, and made a very touristy mistake.
As we approached the Colosseum, we saw a group of costumed men standing around, dressed as Roman Gladiators. One of them approached us and asked if we wanted to take a picture, and we said okay and handed over our camera and smiled for the photo. Then they handed back the camera and the one guy - the ringleader, I suppose - asked for ten euros...each. That's like, 35 dollars. Mom was incredulous. "Twenty euros?" she asked in disbelief, and he nodded. "You're joking!" she said. "I'm not giving you twenty euros for that!" She started backing away, and Gladiator guy followed.
"Hey lady," he said. "This is a job. You have to pay. It's a job!"
"I don't even have twenty euros!" Mom lied. "I don't have it, I'm sorry."
"I'll give you change," Gladiator guy said.
"I don't have it."
"You have to pay. It's a job," Gladiator guy insisted.
"I'm not giving you twenty euros!" Mom said, walking away. Gladiator guy was still following us.
"Fine then, delete it. Delete the picture."
"Fine," I said in annoyance. "I'll delete it."
"No," Gladiator guy said. "I want to see. Do it now."
"No," I snapped, and took a large step backwards. Gladiator guy looked like he was contemplating grabbing me, but he evidently thought better of it, being surrounded by witnesses.
Later on, I decided that a pocket-sized can of pepper spray probably wouldn't be amiss, but we learned our lesson very quickly. One, don't accept kindness from Italians. Two, the only Italian men we met thought the world revolved around them, so we avoided them quite diligently. And three, don't be afraid to get rude - it is seriously the only way to get them to leave you alone, as we found out with the gladiators and a man selling roses at the Spanish Steps. I found out really quickly not to answer vocally, as they take it as misleading acceptance. "No thanks," doesn't work - they keep following you. The best way I found was to ignore them completely.
That was the only less-than-fabulous part of the trip, and was a actually very amusing later on, but Rome itself was beautiful and fascinating and I definitely, definitely want to go back.
Amsterdam was cold, cold like you wouldn't believe. It averaged at about -15 celcius during the day, which levels out at about 5 1/2 degrees fahrenheit, which was the coldest it has gotten in the Netherlands for about 20 years. And, while my mother and our investors got to wear nice furry boots and thermal underwear, fleece pajama pants, and flannel-lined jeans, I as the rider was in my thin breeches, riding boots, and snowboarding jacket the entire time. Mom got to wear her down jacket that went down to her knees and big bulky gloves, while I was in my thin leather riding gloves.
Did I mention it was about 5 degrees?
Cold aside, it was definitely our most productive trip yet - I think I rode about thirty horses all told, and I picked out five or six that I really liked, and we chose two from the top of those who are in the process of getting their pre-purchase examinations to ensure they're healthy and uninjured. We're awaiting word on the gray gelding, Vegas, who was examined sometime yesterday.
We managed to take half-a-day after we concluded our business to wander around the city before we flew out, but even without the cold Amsterdam isn't really our thing - it's less a tourist city and more a party place than I would like. We did see the Anne Frank house, which was very fascinating but didn't fail to make me very sad. We had mexican food for lunch, which was interesting because they have their own interpretation - in this case, the salsa was very sweet, like fruit jelly or jam. It was too sweet for mom's taste, although I quite liked it.
Where Amsterdam was disappointing, Rome was absolutely a delight. For one, it was positively warm there, at least in comparison. It was bright and sunny and it probably helped that for the first time in the entire trip I got to wear my warm clothing, but aside from that the city was simply fun. The Italians do not speak a lot of English, which differs from Amsterdam where English is almost as prevalent as Dutch, but I found I didn't mind this because my basic understanding of Spanish and Latin served me very well - I could understand quite a lot more than I expected to, and it made me feel much more at ease.
Also, Rome is simply my kind of city. For years I contemplated archaeology as a career, and still would love to do so, and Rome has been called the biggest archaeological site in the world. We took tours of the Colosseum, the Palatines, the Christian catacombs and crypts, the Church of San Clemente's (a clear example of how the city is layered on top of itself), and the Church of the Immaculate Conception, which was seriously amazing. More about that later. We also saw the remains of the ancient city wall, the thermal baths, and various in-progress archaeological digs througout the city.
My favorite was San Clemente's, simply because it's utterly astonishing, and still boggles my mind almost a week later. The current San Clemente's Basilica was built some time in the 12th century. In the eighteen hundreds, the then priest of the church, Father Mullooly, heard rushing water beneath the church which allegedly kept him up at night. In frustration, he had workers start to dig beneath the church. The diggers broke through the ceiling of a second, nearly intact church beneath the main one, a fourth century church of the same name. The fourth century workers had filled the old church with pieces of stone and marble and sand and dirt, packing the rooms for support. The nineteenth century workers cleared out the rubble and reinforced the walls in order to support the top church, but they didn't find the source of the water.
Beneath the fourth century church was a second century church. Beneath the second century church was a first century pagan temple of mithrais. Beneath that was a early first century appartment complex.
We got to see all the levels, and let me tell you, I almost passed out from sheer disbelief. They showed us a tiny little hallway, about two feet wide, and told us it was an ancient alley way between two different buildings and sealed over to provide a floor for the building on top! The mithraic temple still had the original pagan altar there, carved with their version of Adam. There were ancient frescoes, painted like stories, with captions and dialogue. You could see the original collumns that held up the ceilings - mismatched because they were all stolen from other buildings!
Then we saw the other church, which was called The Church of the Immaculate Conception but was nicknamed 'the Bone Church' by locals because of the practice the monks had of putting each other's bones on the walls. The designs were astonishingly elaborate - flowers made of lower jawbones and stars made of vertebrae, with skulls jauntily sitting atop pillars of stacked femurs and ribs forming the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Three of the four rooms had earthen floors, the dirt itself a very dark brown dirt a lot like clay, taken from the Holy Land itself. There were crosses on the floor, marking the spot where monks were buried. It was considered a huge honor to be buried in Holy Land, and with only three small rooms of the stuff, the monks had to take turns. Apparently, the newly dead would be buried until they were sufficiently decomposed, after which they were taken out and put on the walls, and the next ones put in.
The catacombs were very interesting also - most of the graves themselves had been sacked by barbarians looking for treasure, so most of the bodies were gone, but you could see chunks of original flooring and marble seals, and there were even a pair of sarcophogi with ancient bodies inside that we could see through the glass lids. The bodies themselves were nearly invisible - they looked like flakes of charcoal. I could see a fragment of tibia of one body, and the shape of the feet through the linen wrappings on the other.
I thought the city wall was amazing - you could see where repairs had been made throughout the thousands of years the wall has been standing. The oldest standing sections are made of huge blocks of dark gray stone, and other sections made of a different type of rock, smaller stones and lighter in color. It was like a puzzle, put together over hundreds of years by hundreds of different people.
The Colosseum was great too, although our tour guide was less than stellar. It was the first place we went to the morning after we arrived, and we got there early so we wandered around a bit before our tour was supposed to start, and made a very touristy mistake.
As we approached the Colosseum, we saw a group of costumed men standing around, dressed as Roman Gladiators. One of them approached us and asked if we wanted to take a picture, and we said okay and handed over our camera and smiled for the photo. Then they handed back the camera and the one guy - the ringleader, I suppose - asked for ten euros...each. That's like, 35 dollars. Mom was incredulous. "Twenty euros?" she asked in disbelief, and he nodded. "You're joking!" she said. "I'm not giving you twenty euros for that!" She started backing away, and Gladiator guy followed.
"Hey lady," he said. "This is a job. You have to pay. It's a job!"
"I don't even have twenty euros!" Mom lied. "I don't have it, I'm sorry."
"I'll give you change," Gladiator guy said.
"I don't have it."
"You have to pay. It's a job," Gladiator guy insisted.
"I'm not giving you twenty euros!" Mom said, walking away. Gladiator guy was still following us.
"Fine then, delete it. Delete the picture."
"Fine," I said in annoyance. "I'll delete it."
"No," Gladiator guy said. "I want to see. Do it now."
"No," I snapped, and took a large step backwards. Gladiator guy looked like he was contemplating grabbing me, but he evidently thought better of it, being surrounded by witnesses.
Later on, I decided that a pocket-sized can of pepper spray probably wouldn't be amiss, but we learned our lesson very quickly. One, don't accept kindness from Italians. Two, the only Italian men we met thought the world revolved around them, so we avoided them quite diligently. And three, don't be afraid to get rude - it is seriously the only way to get them to leave you alone, as we found out with the gladiators and a man selling roses at the Spanish Steps. I found out really quickly not to answer vocally, as they take it as misleading acceptance. "No thanks," doesn't work - they keep following you. The best way I found was to ignore them completely.
That was the only less-than-fabulous part of the trip, and was a actually very amusing later on, but Rome itself was beautiful and fascinating and I definitely, definitely want to go back.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Europe and Conversations with Mom
So I just now got home from Europe, which was quite an adventure! We went to Amsterdam on business (horse shopping!), and as a consolation prize because Holland was coooolld, we swung over to Rome for a couple days on our ways back. It's past midnight now, and I've missed a night's sleep already since it's like eight in the morning in Amsterdam, so I don't think I'll say a lot tonight except Rome was utterly, completely, astonishingly amazing. So amazing, in fact, that there are simply no words adequate enough to use.
I'll elaborate tomorrow after I've slept for at least twelve hours, but to tide you all over I'll leave you with a tidbit...
Holland Countryside, in the back seat of the car. Mom was sleeping, leaning against the window. Her shoulder looked quite comfortable, so I leaned against her.
Me: "Does it hurt your back when I put my head on your shoulder?"
Mom: "No, she's on the roof taking down the Christmas lights."
Me: long pause
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Mom: "I don't know, what are you talking about?"
Me: "Does it hurt to put my head on your shoulder?"
Mom: "No. What did I say?"
Me: (Laughing) "Something about taking down the Christmas lights."
We both promptly died of laughter. Hee.
I'll elaborate tomorrow after I've slept for at least twelve hours, but to tide you all over I'll leave you with a tidbit...
Holland Countryside, in the back seat of the car. Mom was sleeping, leaning against the window. Her shoulder looked quite comfortable, so I leaned against her.
Me: "Does it hurt your back when I put my head on your shoulder?"
Mom: "No, she's on the roof taking down the Christmas lights."
Me: long pause
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Mom: "I don't know, what are you talking about?"
Me: "Does it hurt to put my head on your shoulder?"
Mom: "No. What did I say?"
Me: (Laughing) "Something about taking down the Christmas lights."
We both promptly died of laughter. Hee.
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