We are a family. We have jobs, hobbies and very busy lives. We have no secrets, only if you come over to our house, I would kindly ask you not to look in the closets, under the beds or in any drawer or cabinet. But otherwise, we are open books.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Where do they get this stuff?
Yesterday, Penny was chattering away about nothing. Telling stories. Randomly connecting thoughts. Interrupting us to make odd observations.
Steve asked her if she remembered going to the doctor. She said she did. Then he asked her if she remembered how she refused to talk to the doctor. She said she did.
"What happened to that girl? he asked.
"She died."
Seriously, where do they get this stuff?
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Yeah, that's sort of morbid. But also creative. You know, to talk about herself in the 3rd person (if I'm understanding correctly).
And wow, I can't even remember what it's like to live with that much snow. Are you still managing to run?
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