Overheards
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resonantNo, I actually haven't been on vacation the entire time since the last time I posted. Not physically, anyway; mentally is another question. But, here: reward me for eavesdropping.
Daughter: "Dad, what would you want in a guy for me to marry?"
Father: "Well, what would you want?"
Daughter: "He has to be a Christian."
Father: "And it would probably help if he were totally deaf."
As we're driving, we watch a guy jump out of a car, jog across the sidewalk toward the stairs up into the yard, and run slam into a lightpost.
On her cell phone: "Well, maybe he was high. You know, when you're high, you have more strength than you think? ... Well, I wouldn't know either, but that's what I've heard."
"So if you should ever put a nail in your head -- and I'm not suggesting that you do ..."
"And so he said: If the hurricane hits New Orleans, then it means that God wants the Democrats to win."
"Well, if he does, then they will."
Kidlet: "Why is everything?"
Me: "The way I remember it from being a kid, there are two things people mean when they say 'popular.' One kind of popular is where people like you and you have a lot of friends, and the other kind is --"
Kidlet: "Where you're in fashion and everything about you is correct."
"It was raining so hard when I went to work that I had to blow-dry my pants."
Ringtone: "Hey, Mom, your phone's ringing. Moooom, your phone's ringing -- in your purse! Mom! Pick up! I need to talk to you!"
This one happened in the basement of the museum, where Debbie, Shirley, and I are working on marking books to be sold in the used book store.
Preschool teacher in the hallway: "Now be quiet as little mice!"
Debbie: "Oh, lord. Now the noise won't stop until the school year ends."
Shirley: "I love the sound of little feet."
Me: "If you've ever spent time in a pet shop, you know that mice aren't actually very quiet."
(Spouse, later when I tell him that story: "Pessimist; optimist; eccentric.")
Daughter: "Dad, what would you want in a guy for me to marry?"
Father: "Well, what would you want?"
Daughter: "He has to be a Christian."
Father: "And it would probably help if he were totally deaf."
As we're driving, we watch a guy jump out of a car, jog across the sidewalk toward the stairs up into the yard, and run slam into a lightpost.
On her cell phone: "Well, maybe he was high. You know, when you're high, you have more strength than you think? ... Well, I wouldn't know either, but that's what I've heard."
"So if you should ever put a nail in your head -- and I'm not suggesting that you do ..."
"And so he said: If the hurricane hits New Orleans, then it means that God wants the Democrats to win."
"Well, if he does, then they will."
Kidlet: "Why is everything?"
Me: "The way I remember it from being a kid, there are two things people mean when they say 'popular.' One kind of popular is where people like you and you have a lot of friends, and the other kind is --"
Kidlet: "Where you're in fashion and everything about you is correct."
"It was raining so hard when I went to work that I had to blow-dry my pants."
Ringtone: "Hey, Mom, your phone's ringing. Moooom, your phone's ringing -- in your purse! Mom! Pick up! I need to talk to you!"
This one happened in the basement of the museum, where Debbie, Shirley, and I are working on marking books to be sold in the used book store.
Preschool teacher in the hallway: "Now be quiet as little mice!"
Debbie: "Oh, lord. Now the noise won't stop until the school year ends."
Shirley: "I love the sound of little feet."
Me: "If you've ever spent time in a pet shop, you know that mice aren't actually very quiet."
(Spouse, later when I tell him that story: "Pessimist; optimist; eccentric.")
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Date: 9/10/08 03:40 pm (UTC)I want to know that too!
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Date: 9/10/08 04:19 pm (UTC)Spawn #1 calling: AAAAARGH! Teenager alert! Teenager calling! Something is probably on FIIIIIIIIIRE!!!
Spawn #2 calling: Mum! Muuuuuum! I know you're there. MUUUUUUUUUM! I want to talk to yooooooou!
Spawn #3 calling: *edited out long silence* Hello? *repeats, getting gradually louder*
Home phone number calling: WHY ARE YOU STILL AT WORK? WE'RE HUNGRY!
Everyone in the office dies laughing when I get a call from the kids.
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Date: 9/10/08 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 9/10/08 04:32 pm (UTC)I'm stick to death of Spawn #2's one though. She rang me four times today. The fourth time she rang I was in a meeting with our Chief Executive. Oops.
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Date: 9/11/08 02:24 am (UTC)TRUE. Works for 'popularity' as applied to primary school, high school, and high celebrity.
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Date: 9/11/08 06:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 9/12/08 09:22 am (UTC)Father: "And it would probably help if he were totally deaf."
I don't get it. :(
That last one's pretty funny.
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Date: 9/15/08 10:17 am (UTC)Thanks.