It’s, like, totally time to make a grocery list.

We didn’t have much of anything to fix for dinner, so George said he’d go to the store. I scanned the contents of the fridge to see what we needed, and he wrote the list. When I glanced at it, I noticed he’d printed with much larger, rounder letters than usual. “Why are you writing like that?”

“It’s my junior high writing.”

“Your junior high writing?”

“Yeah. Junior high girls write that way.”

I stared at him for a few moments, giving him an opportunity to anticipate my next remark. A creeping sheepish grin said you really don’t have to but I really did have to. “And you’re a junior high girl?”

He laughed but then drew himself up to full height. “Do I look like a junior high girl?”

Suddenly I really didn’t have to answer any more. I’ll let him figure that one out. Meanwhile I think I’ll buy him one of those sparkly pens with, like, pink feathers on the end. Totally.

0 thoughts on “It’s, like, totally time to make a grocery list.”

  1. Re: Duh.

    I was hoping you’d come along and discover the evidence of your profound influence. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you never done nothing for the peoples.

  2. Good idea! Then he can leave colorful little doodles around the edges of everything, especially memos to the guys in the forestry department. Boy, will he brighten their day!

  3. its michelle

    Yey Aunt Jeanne, You are so silly. When I read the words “I stared at him a few moments”, I could do nothing but laugh. It just reminded me so much of how you play around at family functions. I miss you guys! Love,
    Michelle

  4. its michelle

    hey gracie poo,
    I figured that was your eye. 🙂 hahaha Well sorry i never did call you back or anything. I hope your not mad or annoyed at me. well, i hope to hear from you or get a chance to write you a letter.
    Love,
    Michelle

  5. Re: its michelle

    Michelle! Hey, you! How fun to see you here in my livejournal comments. We miss you, too. What are you up to this summer?

    You’re right about the eye. It’s Grace’s. But it’s my user pic, so people sometimes get confused. If you haven’t already, you can find Grace at her journal, . She’d love to hear from you.

    Come again!
    Love,
    Aunt J.

  6. Re: HAHA

    I wish I could see you more often, too. And hear you play the piano. Every day. So, why don’t you just move here and I’ll hire you to be my personal music provider, and then you can enjoy the never-ending inanity that is life here in Damoff-land. Deal?

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