Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
posted by Aunt B at 5/18/2005 06:26:00 PM
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
8 Comments:
Ha. I commented on my peoples' badness in bed (i.e. the white people) on Morgan's blog (Note to Self) and I was able to immediately bring a comment conversation to a schreeching halt. Bad in bed, better in the comments my people always say.
That's pretty funny. They probably thought you were kidding, and I've inadvertently provided them with outside confirmation.
The things we sacrifice for this thing called "blog"...
This is my way of keeping it real. Telling secrets.
Aw, come on B. You said, "bad in bed." Guys will see, "...in bed." Which will be immediately followed by the following thought process:
1. She's given it up at least once.
2. She's probably easy.
3. She wants me.
To be so smart, you don't know much about guys. Sheesh.
-Jon
Unless I was well-aware of how much y'all love a challenge and was merely sowing the field...
Could be I just know nothing about women.
-Jon
Aw, now, don't be getting all mushy on me, Jon.
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