My story recounting the night before at the bar yields such questions as "What is an arborist?" "What is a douchebag" and "Why are you laughing" (this one directly followed the prior question) . My sister bemoans the replacement of Smallville at 2am with some random anime movie. (We like to watch and point out the homoerotic moments between Clark and Lex) I offer up Frasier instead. Remiss, she just wants to go to bed depressed and disheartened.
Dinner...
My mom has begun to lovingly refer to me as "douchebag". She thinks it's funny.
My sister has cut out an article about wrestling, that really looks like softcore gay porn. The picture is of one wrestler, taking another one from behind, if you will. The title is A fight to the finish, with fists or fingernails. Yah. We spend the next 20 minutes highlighting the ambiguously sexual sentences. And giggling. Alot.
Tea for 3 at 2 (in the am)...
Mom: Sweet dreams douchebag!
Me: GAY SEX!
Me: GAY SEX!
Mom: What?
Sister: Smallville is on!
Mom: Goodnight douchebag!
Me: (giggle)
Sister: Don't make fun of me in your blog!
