You may remember last year's time-intensive brownie reindeer ordeal. Or you may not. Whatever the case, you'll be happy to hear that my skills have miraculously self-honed in a year's time, and I was able to whip out this wild bunch in thirty-two minutes. They are quite sinister compared to 2004, and because you need to know these things, I will tell you why: it's because I had no white frosting with which to adhere their eyes. Without the contrast, my reindeer are lacking a certain...something. Let's call it "personality." Truth be told—though R & V's classmates won't notice—it's bugging the hell out of me. Don't tell anyone; they'll think I'm cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs.
And now I'm off to clean up the mess. But before I go, a question from Lea that maybe you can help answer. She asked this while we were driving to the craft store this morning:
Lea: Mom, Mom. Can you turn the music down for a minute?
Me: Sure. What is it?
Lea: If you stick a grape in your eye, will you die quickly?
Me: [
certain that I've heard wrong] If I stick a grape? In my eye? Will I die quickly?
Lea: Yes. If you stick a grape in your eye, will you die quickly?
Me: I'm not...I...I don't know.
6 comments:
Hahahahahaha! I see you've had some experience with this line of questioning...
ytxeya (lack of sleep resulting in tremors and nightmares about the time your brother locked you in the closet)
only death if you use the seeded ones, the seedless ones just cause torture and you live til you're 80.
Whenever my younger cousins would come up with such questions, the reply would be, "I don't know, do you want to try? Here I'll jam one in your eye and let you know if it works." When they protested, we would argue, "But it's for science!" That would instantaneously end such questions for the rest of the party while they hid upstairs as far away from the fruit bowl as much as possible.
My hubby is so practical. His first response:
"Where is your sister?"
His second response:
"Tell Ver that all Leah/Lia's ask such questions."
I'm certain that if ever our Lia meets your Lea we'll be in for quite the fun time!
tvkdoxh: n. what penguins really wear.
Gura, your story reminds me of my Dad whenever I used to whine, "My head hurts." He'd say, "Let's cut it off." Bah!
And, Bec: "Where's your sister?" Hahahahahahaha!
vpytp (new poetic form wherein the middle and end of every first and third word of every other line...rhymes)
i sense the seeming sinister nature of the reindeer is more due to your fear last summer of deer retaliation than a lack of frostng. think about it!
Sheesh—doesn't karma have a time limit? If not, I'm in so much trouble...
donwldquz (German gameshow in which the winner receives a year's supply of freshly churned butter)
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