My family likes to talk about poop. About their own poop, about other people's poop... It's really disgusting but we're just so talented when it comes to talking about it like we're discussing the weather. It's quite spectacular, really.
My sister Averil and I were chatting this afternoon and here's an excerpt of her story.
(She's on the left, I'm on the right)
And not to be outdone...
Super high brow, I know.
That last bit makes me think about all the seriously amazing (read: ridiculous) pictures I'd have in my possession if I'd had a camera and / or my iPhone in my teenage years. I hung out with mostly boys. Boys who did a lot of dumb crap. Although, come to think of it, a good portion of them would be pictures of us playing Super Nintendo. Good grief we played that a lot.
* If you're wondering, here's what a fishball is.
4 comments:
Hahaha..and btw I was wondering what a fish ball was.
I've got nothing to say about the elimination conversation, but I do like you're new banner! I've got a new one in the pot, but compared to your streamlined beauty it's just too busy. You may have inspired some reworking in my little world!
LOL! A "poop" post in a quilt blog. Gotta love it. I feel a little better now about the fact that my friends and I can have entire discussions about poop.
My mother is the queen of the dog's poop talk, preferably at the dinner table, giving us the whole details about the colour, the size, etc. And she wonders why I haven't visited in so long ???
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