Friday, April 20, 2007

Michigan Seems Like A Dream To Me Now

Miss Sasha sent along this thrilling image from Italian New Year's Eve, which was Christmas, Part 3: The Fattening. Perhaps I'm telling Dad to go stuff it, perhaps demanding he quit lifting heavy stuff with that backache; we don't know. He spent the next few days in bed with excruciating back pain, but he'd done that on occasion all my life. As Miss Sasha pointed out, he'd eaten a slice of my cousin Monday's apple pie, which is generally good, and said it tasted off to him. I didn't remember that.

What I remember was that in the kitchen we were all making wiseass remarks about each other. My sisters Daria and Dara said, "Daddy, I'm the daughter you always wanted" and "No, I am." I said, "I'm the son you always wanted." Dad almost dropped the roast.

5 Comments:

Blogger Carl said...

It looks more like you dug some wax out of your ear and stuck it under your dad's nose...

3:13 PM  
Anonymous Tata said...

That sounds like something Dad would say, except without Latin terms and the swearing.

8:45 AM  
Blogger DBK said...

Is vultus magis amo vos dug nonnullus increbresco ex vestri auris quod stuck is sub vestri dad's nose.

10:03 AM  
Anonymous tata said...

You forgot to say fucking.

3:13 PM  
Blogger DBK said...

Is vultus magis amo vos dug nonnullus increbresco ex vestri auris quod stuck is sub vestri dad's fucking nose

2:09 PM  

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