People who know me will tell you I don’t talk a lot. When I’m around our baby daughter I try to talk more. I can tell she likes when I talk to her, and I enjoy talking to her.
Thing is, I run out of things to say pretty quickly. Luckily Katie doesn’t know what I’m saying, so I start talking like an airhead. Here was tonight’s dinner conversation. It’s funnier if you read it with a valley girl accent.
So you like the macaroni and cheese?
Because last time it seemed like you didn’t like it.
But I remembered that the time before you really liked it.
So I guess you really like it, which is what I thought. Before the last time.
So do you think you like the mararoni more or the cheese more?
Or do you think that together they form a new, third thing that’s totally different?
Sort of like how tomatoes, bread, and cheese are totally different when you put them together in a pizza.
Do you like pizza?
I like pizza.
Have you seen The Aristocrats? This is even funnier to me, in the context of a scene in that movie..
I haven’t seen that yet. And with the bambino odds are I won’t see it until it comes out on DVD.
But it sounds interesting.