As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Monday, October 6, 2008
A Blog Post About Nothing
Get a bunch of Lewises together and random hilarity ensues...some of my favorite moments from this past Saturday's wedding dress shopping event:
Mom: "Grampa was having a hard time yesterday, he was trying to come up with a way to connect two thoughts properly, and couldn't think of anything"
Bonnie: "Wait, thoughts are supposed to go together???"
Joe, who was lost on his way to the restaurant, on the phone with Bonnie:
"I don't think it would be appropriate for me to kill your sister, and then break bread with you. It just doesn't seem right"
Me: "This Dutch potato soup has no flavor, it's very plain"
Bonnie: "That's what makes it Dutch!"
Me: "That's true...first it's salt and pepper, next thing you know it's sex, drugs and rock and roll"
Mom: "How's Jamie dealing with his poison ivy?"
Bonnie: "He says he'd rather be a parapalegic than have poison ivy."
Bonnie: "I love it when people get lost with my children....."
Bethany: "My butt is on the New York Times Bestseller list"
Me: "As it should be..."
Bethany and I singing La Cucaracha and doing the Mexican Hat Dance everytime Brooke came out in a quinceanera dress....
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