i guess you can deduce from this communication that i did not explode after my untra-fiber breakfast. you can stop saying novenas now...if you want to.
alright people, it's 3:45pm, and i just had my afternoon meeting cancelled. life is good. very good. an even though it means missing free amy's ice cream, i think i will live. besides, i need to go home and clean my house, change the sheets on my bed, buy some toilet paper, run the dishwasher, etc before esteban arrives. and tomorrow, around 5:30, if you hear a loud noise followed by an immediate shortage in martini olives, just chalk it up to me and esteban being on the prowl, once again. and if i call you for bail money, act like you know me and don't hang up the phone.
i have to say that while i haven't had anymore laughing fits, i did have some custard after lunch, and i remembered another hot afternoon custard run. we (the future mrs. CHRISTMAN, super-mel, andrea, and little me) were coming back from the new jersey shore (we stayed the weekend at brooke stupid's (not her real last name, and we really do love her..., it's a long story) beach house, after the future mrs. CHRISTMAN and i had camped out with her inner-city kids and scared the crap out of them with ghost stories...), actually almost right about this time of year, and we stopped on the way back to dc for some frozen custard. super-mel got some creamcicle in her hair (whilst she was trying to untagle a ring from her necklace and trying not to get creamcicle drippage on the future mrs. CHRISTman's upholstry), and in the laughter that insued, proceeded to wipe it all over the windows of the future mrs. CHRISTman's toyota. i think i might have laughed myself into partial bladder control failure, but i'll never tell for sure. that combined with the fact that while getting gas in new jersey (they won't let you pump your own gas-- how bizarre!), i actually referred to our gas pumper as "skippy" when i handed him the gas card. i was a little embarassed, mostly for him, because he was a total skippy, but that's another story.
all is well. get ready for some stories on tuesday, which, incedentally, will also be THE DAY i boldly go where many have gone before, hopefully with some grace and style. i'll keep you posted.
mil besos--r
1 comment:
I'm so glad you got your hair out of the sink, without panicking whilst simultaneously laughing the whole while. That says a lot about you. On the contrary, I would have been screaming obscenities and kicking the wall. But, I would definitely laughed about it later, after the fact.
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