Over the weekend, the family visited some friends on the west side of the country while I was getting my physics learning on. One night the subjects stayed over with a dear friend of ours. I am sure they did all the wonderful things grandmothers let grandchildren do. So the next morning when we were all together to do the pickup, I asked our friend "was there anything new and exciting?" as I usually do when I want to know what is going on with the person. To this question, my dear friend stated there was nothing new. It is the same ole same ole. Upon hearing this DP proclaims, "Steve killed himself" matter-of-factly as always. I thus look at our friend with a look of disbelief (this news was new for sure and also exciting in a negative way too), who confirmed that in deed, Steve killed himself. Apparently, DP overheard her telling SuperMom that she received a call that morning about a neighbor she didn't know named Steve who had killed himself. DP never blinked an eye. This all made me think about the great scene in Pulp Fiction. The You Tube Link is https://youtu.be/y7Yp2L6c2KM.
For the two that I had breakfast with the other day, you probably have never heard of "The Pussy Cat Dolls". They are a musical group. Their most popular song is "Don't Cha". Once we arrived back home while SuperMom and the kids were in the car, this song came on. Jr. likes to read things and really likes to read the radio screen. So he Said Pus e Cat Dolls, pronouncing the first word like "pus" followed by eee. Like the fluid produced in infected tissue. He must have said it five times, until DP had enough. So DP, states the word is pussy. Nothing else. Just "the word is pussy". SuperMom and Lu of course crackup. He is correct. |
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CategoriesAuthorPracticing medical physicist trying to raise three kids in the south. |