Words on the weekend

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I missed the Wednesday's Word. Or didn't you notice? I may have been a bit preoccupied.

So here we sit around Aunt Jay's dining room table. And we're watching Layna gnaw on the chicken bone she's been gnawing on for 20 minutes.

me: If you could pick one word to describe this weekend, what would it be?

Jen: Get-in-the-way!

Ma: Is that one word?

Anthony: Pomp and Circumstance

Big Bad Daddy-O: Did you know, if you sing Happy Birthday in a restaurant, you have to pay some guy?

Mikey: Have the two year old play the fiddle. That would have been cool.

Me: Esquire

Anthony: I would have been happier if they had strings. It's like the king on his ferry boat with
gold tights and wigs. I'm not into the baroque.

me: I'm looking for one word, here, guys.

Anthony: I know a word. Transmogrify. I used it the other day and I didn't even know what it meant. It means to change in appearance or form, esp. strangely or grotesquely; transform.

Michael: Like a skinwalker.

A lot of da da dums follow. They're singing. I think they've forgotten what I've said. This happens to me on a regular basis. Sometimes I'll be talking about this really awesome thing that happened the other day, and someone else will talk right over me. Not on purpose, of course, because we all love to hear what I have to say. I think it's because my voice is so soft and sweet, it lulls you into a hypnotic state. Just ask Michael. When we're laying in bed at night, he'll ask me how my day went. Right about the time I start to say, "This morning, on my way home from dropping the kids off at school...", he's sound asleep. So I'll say, "I decided to keep on driving, right into town. I spent all of your overtime paycheck on some sweet threads and these AMAZING shoes!" Then, he can't say I never told him about them when he sees me wearing them with my new dress that I bought three days ago, and wore to his brother's graduation today. I believe in being honest.

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Danielle said…
Haha...I love that totally random conversation...I wish we could have been there! Soon enough. Soon enough. Oh, and I expect some pictures of your shoes and dress.
May 25, 2008 at 9:08 AM
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