Lunch with Brittney
Aunt B. is so great Aunt B. is so fine Like a star in the night sky Her greatness does shine. All of the straight men And some of the girls Would like to make Aunt B. The Queen of their world.
Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
Aunt B. is so great Aunt B. is so fine Like a star in the night sky Her greatness does shine. All of the straight men And some of the girls Would like to make Aunt B. The Queen of their world.
posted by Aunt B at 12/15/2005 12:33:00 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.
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.
9 Comments:
Don't forget fags.
Shh. Y'all are one of the secret joys of liberal feminism--be a liberal feminist, get to smack charming gay guys on the ass playfully.
What is the tune?
-The Divine Ms. B
I'm so glad to see that Aunt B. is in the business of writing songs again. She wrote an entire amazing musical starring the staff of the library at Wake Forest U. As I recall, Ms. B, the tunes are kind of free form and up to the interpretation of the singer. And, let's face it, this is really just the second verse of the dog fart poem from the day before.
Miss J
I know I voted for you in the Queen election. It's not my fault Ann Coulter won.
W
Oh, Miss J., you know me so well! It's not exactly a continuation of the dog fart poem, but, like Emily Dickinson, I have a certain fondness for one certain poetic structure.
W. I appreciate your vote.
wake forest?!?!?!
did you ever wave one of those black and yellow spiral thingies at a basketball game?
that last post was from me, btw.
-brian
I love the song. It's so, well, YOU!
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