these crazy, hazy, lazy days of suuumer....

Me: When did summer fly by so fast?
Me: Um...two days ago.

Yes, that dreamy, delusional persona of myself vs. the realistic, practical, and rather taciturn version. I happen to think of the dreamy persona as a bit of a flake, someone who I may now and then revisit, but who usually stays buried in memories of the past that I wish to forget, yet are still brought up as anecdotes in family gatherings. Oh, haha. Example/Storytime!!!:

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there were four people in a room--an aunt who gets five manicures a week, a parent, a too-curious let's-stuff-a-carrot-down-the-disposal-and-see-what-happens child, and yours truly. They were attending an evil gathering also known as a FAMILY REUNION.

"Remember that one time when (fill in proper noun) did this?"
"Oh, and remember when (fill in proper noun) did that? That was funny. And then that poor snail--"
"The poor snail! Hahaha! The snail story! Remember that story?"
(someone else, probably younger) "What snail?"
"Well, your cousin (fipn) was always wondering--"
Me, in a corner, grumbling. "You've told that story thirty two times. It really isn't that funny."
"Don't exaggerate. And don't interrupt. Anyway--"
"No, really, 32 times. I've counted."
"Shut up! I want to hear the story."

The end.

The moral of the story is: Don't go to family reunions. And always wash your feet. And don't stick carrots down the garbage disposal.

Aren't I GOOD at story-telling?

I'm exhausted today. Too much school.

Goodbye!

carrot, storytime