csp, family, friends, fun

Bizarro World. Population: me

Conversations in which I have been involved lately.

Scene:  CSP and I laying in bed about to fall asleep.  Smackfest begins because sometimes we bicker and fight like children.  I grab his wrist.  He recoils in horror.

CSP: No!  Don’t!

Me:  What?  What did I do?

CSP:  You were trying to take my pulse.  I don’t want anyone touching my pulse.


Me (looking out to hair girl’s backyard where I see something white and fluffy with bits of red.  It is middle of Summer.):  Is that a dead bunny?

My hair girl:  No, that’s my Christmas hat.