i’ve already given thanks for the “proper” things. so i’m not entirely materialistic. this is coming a whole day later. that’s a whole level of less thankfulness than i was for yesterday’s items (or peeps, as they aren’t really items). so i’m just 50% materialistic. 50%? can i get a 50? thank you.
but really, i’m pretty thankful for this black glass-and-plastic beauty. in my everlasting quest to become a real-life photographer, i’m one step, one small step, but nonetheless one step closer… till i upgrade. what?! what is that i said? am i not satisfied? and so soon?!?? ugh! typical american. disgusting.
now, here is a story of irreverent me.
this game is called bananagrams. and here’s one scenario of it being played. fact or fiction? you decide.
characters
lindsey, age 7
we’ll call her dorothy, age 7
we’ll call her goldilocks, age 15
dorothy: i don’t know what to spell with this c and k.
goldilocks: shock? speck?
dorothy: i don’t have an s.
me: hmm… heck?
[pause]
[pause]
lindsey: heck is a bad word.
dorothy: is it?
[pause. and i am silenced, mind you. a 7-year-old has just called me out on an apparent swear.]
goldilocks: yeah… it is.
[everyone diverting their eyes from me.]
and there i sat, looking at the blasphemous “h-e-c-k” there on my kitchen table and the angelic children whose halos were looking a little more tarnished than they were before the “heck” incident.
and i went into the bathroom to wash my mouth out with soap.
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