The Precious thinks I don't love it. I mean, him. And now, after pruning the pear tree that had grown to the point of interfering with internet connection--true story--I can blog about it.
The Precious believes I love Pixie more than I love him because she plays X-box more than he does. It doesn't matter to him that she had finished her chores, sharpened every pocketknife in her collection, and designed an entire clothing line before he ever dragged his groggy self outta the rack. He's just certain that Pixie's my favorite.
I was pretty proud when my Treasure mowed through a two-foot-diameter log with an axe in twelve seconds flat. So The Precious thinks my Treasure is the favoritest.
I sent an immediate response to a text message from Angel Doll this morning, but failed to reply to a text from The Precious for nine whole minutes. Now he thinks Angel Doll is my favorite. (Gimme a break, I was putting groceries in the car. And I hadn't even bought myself any Reese's!)
Today I saw Lefty do a little dance. (Anybody who doesn't live here would never believe that, but it happened.) And I laughed. So. Hard. But I hadn't laughed that hard at The Precious, so he believes that I love Lefty more.
I always say that I heart all my peeps just the same. How could I not? They're splendiferous like Jeremy Renner! But The Precious just wouldn't let it go. Well, he's a legal adult now. So I just told him. I do have a favorite. It's Angel Boy.
Haha I knew it!!!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous: You're not anonymous. I know exactly who you are. And I hereby declare that I <3 all of you just the same.
DeleteThis is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteJerid: I am so honored first of all that you wasted part of your life reading my blog, and beyond that, that you commented on it, I'm crying tears of humility right now. I feel like I should write an award acceptance speech. It's pathetic how much of my self esteem comes from comments on my blog.
DeleteThis made me laugh. So hard.
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