The Final Sunday

Sunday, Dec. 28, 2003 - 2:26 a.m.

I bet eBay is jumping right about now, with all of the white elephants that nobody wanted for Christmas.

Way early this morning, I was telling BoogityX2 that I was on the lookout for one of those mermaid statues with the belly clock because I thought it would be so utterly kitschy to own one.

John says no, though. We're actually planning ahead for next year's holiday season and talking about getting a Leg Lamp to stick in the window during next December. John says we can't possibly own both a Leg Lamp and a Mermaid Clock, otherwise we will be on the wrong half of the White Trash Spectrum.

I thought the matching recliners facing the television had been pushing it, but John says no, because they're fabric and small, as opposed to being made of big farty naugahyde.

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JJ has invited me to go watch her get her word done. Since I'm going to get a phoenix, I want to go and see how this is done and maybe even get a consultation. But this will be her day, as she becomes part of The Story.

I think this is a very intimate and cool thing for her to ask me to accompany her.

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I love my husband.

He found out I did a bad thing.

So bad that he says I would probably be opening myself up to litigation if I mentioned any details here.

But he's forgiven me. And that's all that matters.

Whew.

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And now in the "Channeling Angelina Jolie" department, here is a snippet of chat that I had with my younger brother last night in Yahoo! Messenger. Shelley is Jon's wife. They met and married after our mother died in 1995.

tallguyinyc: made Shelley nearly barf today
bindyree: oh how so?
tallguyinyc: well...she's hurt her back
tallguyinyc: bad
tallguyinyc: you know that
bindyree: yes i do
tallguyinyc: she and I were getting out of the bug and she was lighting a cigarette and she had on a sweater cardigan and was walking really slow on that old metal cane
bindyree: oh my
tallguyinyc: and I told her how much she reminded me of our mom with her hair up
bindyree: uh huh
tallguyinyc: and how much I didn't want her to hurt like mom
bindyree: awwww uh huh
tallguyinyc: and then I said (timed to match with the next cigarette pull)
tallguyinyc: (because she was "awww uh huh" too)
bindyree: yes?
tallguyinyc: i said "I just want to fuck you so much right now."
bindyree: FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
tallguyinyc: she gagged
tallguyinyc: choked
tallguyinyc: got all teary
tallguyinyc: started swinging the goddamn cane...

I am so in love with my brother right now.

And you can plainly see why. :)

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