This is part of a conversation that my son, Eric, and I had over instant messenging. It’s weird. I’m just warning you. It’s very weird. And random. Very random. Weird and random are the hallmarks of texts and IMs when you conversate with my sons. You must be prepared. And steel yourself for whatever may come...whatever....
We pick up on this conversation when Eric asks me how long I might expect to be off work, given the condition of my right knee...and then it devolves from that point....I warned you.....
DEBORAH: if I get my knee done, I'll could be out for about another year-according to my doctor
ERIC: oh no way!
DEBORAH: I know, right?-stoopid
ERIC: I saw his face and died once
DEBORAH: I'm on my fifth death
ERIC: i look good all black haired
DEBORAH: yea, you do
ERIC: big black beard
DEBORAH: arrrrgghhh *pirate voice*
ERIC: i trimmed the goatee a LOT
DEBORAH: oh, that's good
ERIC: yeah, it was PISSING ME OFF-being all THICK-I wanted to shave it off so bad
DEBORAH: it told me it was going to get really thick while you were sleeping
ERIC: grab the falling hair and pinch it
DEBORAH: pinch it hard
ERIC: take THAT!
DEBORAH: pinch it till it bleeds-then smack it for crying-no one likes crying hair
ERIC: If hair bled the barber shop would be a much different place
DEBORAH: HAHAHAHAHAHAH-OH MY FREAKIN GOSH-THAT IS GROSS
ERIC: it'd be a slaughterhouse
DEBORAH: of weeping hairs
ERIC: instantly swept into a bonfire--haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha
DEBORAH: without mercy because they were bad ingrown hairs
ERIC: I'm going to drink to that
DEBORAH: I'm planning my nightmare now
ERIC: I wish I could plan my dreams-i'd spend an hour a day doing that
DEBORAH: that sounds productive....
ERIC: or at night in the shower
DEBORAH: Dude-that IS productive-Actually, you can ask your mind to give you the dreams you desire for the evening while you're relaxing, ask for the dreams you wish, OR dreams with answers to your concerns. Crap. I have to go clean the house before P gets home
ERIC: hokay. love us.
DEBORAH: love us back
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7 comments:
I am SO glad you are back online, because I don't know how I survived my days without your randomness and the joy and laughter you share on your blog. When we print your blog, I am SO having my own copy. . .. maybe for each of my children, too? Ya. . that sounds good.
Now, I am going to go trim Jacob's hair and feel guilty the whole time. (insert tiny little screams.)
That is such a nice thing to read...well, not the tiny little screaming hair part, but the other part, yea...that was really thoughtful...I love you....
basically, i have no freakin' idea what the hell you guys are talkin' about!
but i mean that in a GOOD way!
Don't fret Ennbee...I have no idea what they are saying either....and I'm her daughter. Weird huh?!
I didn't get to pinch the goatee hair, but I made sure it ended up in Hair Hades, mingling with the evil hair of other people, like Sonny Bono's mustache, and, actually, Em's mustache. That is so evil, it has it's own section in Hair Hades. I believe it's called, "The Depilatory Room", aka, "The Mr. Miagi Suite." (wax on, wax off)
Btw, I saw your face in your picture with your comment, and I died.
PS:Just kiddin', Em.
ha. ..holly! you are so funny. . .and the master of randomness! tell eric he's a big mustache.
This is me...standing out of the way...letting the randomness bounce off the walls and ricochet as it will....
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