Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
don't accept a drink from Lola
Yesterday first grader Lola and I were relaxing on the big bed, Lola watching old Pee Wee's Playhouse episodes and me playing Warcraft. Lola made me look at her, and she gazed at me sternly while speaking in a tiny voice without moving her lips (she may have a future in ventriloquism). In that tiny voice, she issued a series of minor commands, and she looked at me searchingly. After a while, she stopped and confessed. "I was trying to hallucinate you."
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3 comments:
Your kids scare me sometimes.
yeah, your house often seems like an experimental military complex what with the animals and the technology and the mind control everywhere. you should get lola a goat to practice on like in the movie.
She has been practicing making the cats fall asleep for years.
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