2002-11-05 - 9:16 p.m.
You know when someone is telling you a story and halfway through you realize that it's one of those things that is really only funny if you were there? But, it's too late to stop that person from telling the story and, of course, you wouldn't stop them if you could because you're not rude like that so instead you just freeze that smile on your face and get ready to not laugh. Um...get ready to freeze that smile because I'm telling that story. I want to remember it because it makes Me laugh.
My friend, A, came to Baby Lou's birthday party last Sunday with her 5-month old baby and her 4-year old son. As she was getting ready to leave, her baby's bottom-half exploded on her and stained her khaki's with nice, tan, liquid poo. Bleh. I gave her a pair of pants to wear. Then, as she is bundling the kids up again, her son has a bit of a meltdown and she tells me she doesn't know where her keys are. I'm really feeling for her, and so I tell her not to worry about it, I'll find them. They have a triangle key chain, she says. Perfect, I think, I JUST saw those keys. I run and grab the set of keys. They've got an attached triangle key chain and, for some reason, I don't stop to wonder about why these keys are so enormous. I swear they looked realistic...-ish. So I go running back to A. feeling all smug and helpful and she does not miss a beat before saying..."ahhhh, thank you, that's right, these are the keys to my CLOWN car. I almost wet my pants. I have no idea why I thought they were real. There were too many loud children in my house. And the triangle key chain? It even had a little button to set your "car alarm" (good god). Possibly, the picture of the little playmobile-looking car next to the button should have set me off. But, it didn't. A. kills me.
What else? I am proud to say that I did get out to vote tonight. I've always done an absentee ballot in the past, but recently I decided to start going in. It makes me feel quite responsible. Heh. Sonny went early this morning and I went at 7:00PM. Neither of us got cookies. Where were the cookies? If there are no cookies, I'm going back to absentee ballot.
Alright, that's about it. This wine is making me sleepy.
Have a fabulous evening. Go ahead.
