Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
I’m dedicating this Random Thursday to my sister-in-law Watson, who arrived almost exactly two years ago with her Swiss Mountain Dog for a week-long visit that sort of extended itself a little bit.
I’ve been storing up random stuff since she started making noises about moving to Texas, on the off-chance I couldn’t stop it from happening, but most of it was assembled in the past two weeks when it became obvious that I couldn’t.
The kids helped . . . by which I mean they kept trying to pronounce hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian and singing the Copabanana song while I was putting this together.
Admit it, Watson. You’ll miss us.
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So. Many. Movies.
I saw Hansel & Gretel Witch Hunters in the theater. Twice.
I own a copy now. The extended version.
I also own Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead.
And Rocknrolla,
The Losers,
and the DVD half of most of the Marvel Universe and Peter Jackson’s Middle Earth milieu.
I have seen Run, Fat Boy, Run and The End of the World.
And I regret nothing.
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We Taught Her the Song of Our People
Whenever two or more Wessons must find each other over a distance, one will call:
“Lala LA lala . . !”
And listen for the traditional response:
“ChicKEN!!!”
And when they have met, they must sing.
This is less of a joke than you’d think.
And useful in department stores, too.
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Me: Kids? We have something to tell you. Okay . . . Aunt Watson is moving to Texas. She’s leaving this Saturday.
Jane: THIS Saturday? So soon?
Sunny: Hooray!
Watson: What?
Me: What?
Sunny (hopping in excitement): We’re going to get a DOG!
Jane: What?
Me: Oh, honey . . . You know Jada’s going with her, right? Jada’s not staying here.
Sunny: I know! That means WE get a dog of our own! Because there’s gonna be room! Janie, we get a dog!
Watson: Umm . . .
Jane: REALLY?
Me: We’re NOT getting a dog. Sorry. No.
Sunny: Oh . . . I’ll miss you.
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I’ll Miss Our Comedy Tours of the Supermarket
Again, not too far off the truth.
The Deli Counter just won’t be the same.
Wow. Guess I’ll have to depend on the lunchmeat of strangers now . . .
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Crap. I really didn’t think I was going to tear up.
Dammit.
I’m going to have to buy my own GPS, aren’t I.
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I’m Already Waiting in Line
This isn’t a good enough reason to keep Watson from moving to Texas, but it’s a good enough reason to haul her rear back up here in August.
Otherwise, I’ll just be giggling and elbowing myself in the movie theater—
that isn’t a euphemism or anything, but it’s still not appropriate public behavior.
I mean it.
I’ll come get you.
Lala LA lala . . . .
Earful of Cider 