qft (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} qft) wrote,@ 2005-12-05 16:25:00 |
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Thanksgiving conversation
My family recently sat down for Turkey Day Dinner. It was nice; everyone was there and my sister Kathleen brought her boyfriend, Brent. Lauren brought a couple of her friends too.
During the dinner conversation Brent brought up the fact that one of he and Kathleen's mutual friends had bought some sort of wand (as in Harry Potter) made of rosewood or something.... and it cost $40. That's right, $40 for a freakin wand. Quote of the evening, from my father: "...does it work?"
Also learned that Kathleen, who is deathly afraid of cockroaches, managed to step (and stay standing) on a live one (well, it was until she stepped on it) barefoot in front of Brent one day. He tried to tactfully and simply say something to the effect of "Um, I think you're standing on a roach" at which point she FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT and hopped away to the bathtub to wash her foot, knocking over and breaking a wine glass in the process. At this point in the story my mother looks at Kathleen and says, "You told us Brent broke that wine glass!" The reactions that followed were priceless.
My family recently sat down for Turkey Day Dinner. It was nice; everyone was there and my sister Kathleen brought her boyfriend, Brent. Lauren brought a couple of her friends too.
During the dinner conversation Brent brought up the fact that one of he and Kathleen's mutual friends had bought some sort of wand (as in Harry Potter) made of rosewood or something.... and it cost $40. That's right, $40 for a freakin wand. Quote of the evening, from my father: "...does it work?"
Also learned that Kathleen, who is deathly afraid of cockroaches, managed to step (and stay standing) on a live one (well, it was until she stepped on it) barefoot in front of Brent one day. He tried to tactfully and simply say something to the effect of "Um, I think you're standing on a roach" at which point she FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT and hopped away to the bathtub to wash her foot, knocking over and breaking a wine glass in the process. At this point in the story my mother looks at Kathleen and says, "You told us Brent broke that wine glass!" The reactions that followed were priceless.
