Yo, J.
You are totally the only person I have ever pretended to be a lobotomized Elvis with, while on a street corner in Chinatown. In the immortal words of Bon Jovi -“wish I could see you blow those candles out”… happy birthday sistah!
Love, D.
June 24, 2008
#25 of 30
“Overheard in the Lasker House”, if you will…
Me: Mom! A vacuum does not go in a grand piano!
Mom: How about a blimp?
Me: No.
Mom: (indignant) But you haven’t heard my story yet.
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Kory: I AM A MOUNTAIN OF DEW!
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The Baby: Shoe! Choo-choo! Ooo-ooo! Eee-eee!
Me: Right on, sister.
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Me (groggy): Oh… I’m so happy…. finally there are muffins…. happy baby muffins…
#24 of 30
I wish I had a cave.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family… but something in my mind and body is screaming for solitude.
It would be so cool to just poof into some purple smoke and hoover myself into a genie bottle of endless bed and pillows and candles… with books and a huge flatscreen tv to watch The Food Network and reruns of America’s Top Model… and there are no phones. No people.
Not even loving, kind, thoughtful people that ask me if I need anything… or what I would like to do… or if they can make me something eat or drink… not even those people. Just me and maybe a robot that plays the soundtracks from 80’s movies and serves me take out from Muffaletta and cocktails with dry ice in them.