A couple Christmases ago, at breakfast, while I was good and drunk (don't judge), my father asked me if my leather cuff was a bondage thing. Took years off my life, but since I was hammered I actually had the conversation--the years didn't disappear until I recalled it afterwards.
Much more recently, my mother and I were discussing sexual orientation and gender dysphoria--something we've managed politely many times in the past. Suddenly she's saying something about "they like breasts and vaginas." I instantly age five years, and then she says "Whoops! I can't believe I'm saying this to you! Anyway, they like breasts and..." thereby shortening my life by a total of ten years.
'kay, colour me intrigued. Does the Emmett-can't-say-it list involve liking George Bush? Or Celine Dion?
Some of the conversations K-Bug, C, and I have just kill me, but I'd rather answer their questions straightforward than not. But still, we end up on some interesting topics sometimes.
Last night Emaryn was driving me nuts. Leif had gotten into trouble for tearing up a phonics book, and she kept backing me up, telling him what I was going to do. She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
I wonder if that's an Oldest Kid trait. I certainly did it.
What? Why are you all staring?
WHEE!
Joe got a 3% raise and they are sooper dooper happy with him! Yay!
What is Em's title?
She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
I wonder if that's an Oldest Kid trait. I certainly did it.
I did it. To my older brother.
She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
When I was in the grocery store the other day, there were two children in a cart, one about 18 months and the other 3-4 years old. The older one was saying authoritatively, "Sit down, baby. You can't stand up in the cart."
