my mother is such a trifling little hoohaw.
she was eating a tasty snack after she got home from work. we both agreed it was tasty.
then she said “tell me something.”
so then i told her an editor spoke highly of my work and praised me.
and she was like “oh oh oh i am so excited. how thrilling!”
and i was like “I KNOW!!!”
and she was like “oh snacks! what a wonderful world of snacks!!! for my stomach!!!”
and then i made a face.
and she cackled.
Good stuff. Cheers from the doc.
that’s unfortunate. my best friend does that too much with phone calls…he’ll be like “hey i just had the best lunch/dinner/snack ever, i went to [blah] and ate [blah]…” and he would go into vivid detail about each scrumptous morsel of food. yea, i hate that.on a completely unrelated topic i just finished having the most wonderful ice cream ever…i decided that ice cream after lunch was necessary and i had some turkey hill “sundae con crunch” flavor and it actually tastes like a sugar cone! mmm…it’s got just the right mix of caramel and chocolate and the vanilla is the best i’ve ever had…yum.
doc — thanks! your blog is candy to my eyes as well.ron — i love food describers. they are indulgent in a way that stiff society often prohibits. speaking of which, that ice cream, oh goodness. hypocrite!