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 1/10/2006 05:44:00 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.
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Nothing worse than a burnt cellphone. Trust me.
Why are you cooking in your orange jacket? Or are you joining the bridge hobos for an al fresco goumanderie?
I think Katherine's comments really made the whole post.
I was going to make a comment about why anyone would wear an orange jacket ever, but then I looked at how my shirt matches my pants like pumpkin matches algebra, so I decided to can the snarky comment.
My stomach is growling for peanut-sauced chicken.
I have the orange jacket because the Butcher went through a period where he was only wearing orange clothes. Don't bother to ask, I don't know why. Anyway, the orange jacket is the only or was the only thing left from that time period (aside from his killer orange Doc Martens) and I wear it to walk the dog or if I have to meet with someone who doesn't know what I look like. I just tell them to look for the orange coat.
Anyway, I came home yesterday and the neighbor dog was out in our yard and so I thought I'd get some rice started before I ran Mrs. Wigglebottom out. I got the rice boiling and was looking for the lid and when I went to rummage through the upper cabinet--voila! I was slightly on fire and the jacket and my cell phone were attempting to melt together.
But you know, as alarming as the incident was, the chicken was well worth it.
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