Es loco. I really understand myself better in their context. Witness this conversation from this morning:
Me to L: [stop smirking about something]
L: I'm not smirking!
Me: You most certainly are! That's a textbook example of a smirk!
L: You should know. You're the queen of smirking.
Me: does that make me the smirqueen? I can't very well be a king...
C: well, if you ever meet a man who's king of the smurs, you'll know he's for you.
Me: nobody loves me.
L: your coffee loves you!
Me: no, because I drink it.
L: It likes to be drinken, drunk, drank...
Me: it shouldn't be drunk, because then it gets tipsy and spills all over me [my dad's still making fun of me for spilling a whole cup all over myself one Sunday morning...it's not for nothing my name means grace]
or last night, when we were comparing the infamous Curby eyebrows (I hope Josiah has recovered by now. pobre tomate.) My dad certainly has the wiggliest, and he is also the only one who is ambi-eyebrowed. And he is the only person I know who can wiggle his eyebrows and laugh while whistling the theme from the Andy Griffith show, thereby making any opponent lose his concentration entirely. and (almost) the only person who can make me blush on command.
and evidently the furry with the syringe on the top has joined the ranks of the Arab Texan by the name of Hep Usef and the large urban shopping centers...
sometime I'll have to explain Harry and Hair Back on the Air (or maybe have them on as guests...), but right now I'm too confused. How did I end up related to these people?
3 comments:
Tehee. I love the Curby eyebrow. Just the other day I was introducing my roommate to your brother, and made a random comment about the family resemblence. Whereupon, his eyebrow shot up in true Curbyesque fashion as he vehemently denied the aforementioned resemblence.
:-)
Oh, you definitely relate to those people. ;-)
Hah. It must be something about fathers. Mine is also the only one in our family blessed with ambi-eybrow-ness.
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