A while ago Becky came over to visit. While her car warmed up I was waiting with her at the front door, which is right by the TV room. My mother is inside the TV room watching Red Shoe Diaries, which I'll admit I've never actually watched, but I've heard enough tales from boys in junior high to know what it entails. (Lets me honest here though guys, Latin Lover was where it was at.)
Anyway,
My mom is watching Red Shoe Diaries and she says to me "Hey Larissa! Red Shoe Diaries is on! You should watch it."
"Isn't that the show where people bang all the time?" I ask her
"Aw yeah," says my mom. I tell her I'm waiting with Becky, but to let me know when they start to do it.
My mother agrees.
Later, I hear a lamenting voice come from down the hallway: "UGH, that was a disappointing episode."
"So no boning, hey?" I ask her.
"No." She is disappoint.
It truly is a shame, as she mentioned to me a while ago that the spanish channel stopped working, so life is gonna be pretty dull until she figures out how to work google.
Family dinner
I honestly get so used to conversations at Larissa's family Family Dinner that I forget how dysfunctional they are.
I've started doing crossfit, and as it is exceedingly above my skill level, my arms are very sore from it. I swear my forearms have gotten bigger; no, not from muscle mass gain, but from pain, damage and being swollen. I mention it to my mother, I say "Mom, do my forearms look bigger?"
My brother, ever interested in sparking fights among my parents and me says "MAYBE YOU'RE GAINING WEIGHT. ARE YOU PREGNANT, LARISSA?"
I reply as I would with any accusation of the sort and say that Yes, yes I am!
SPOILER: I'm not.
Meanwhile my father is sitting at the other end of the table, and starts flexing his own arms at me. He rolls up his sleeve and flexes his forearm, saying "Yeah well, look at THESE forearms!"
"Wow Dad, that must mean you're pregnant too, right?" I ask him
"Well he sure looks pregnant." - Mother
SPOILER: He's not. He just has a beer belly.
Fin.
I've started doing crossfit, and as it is exceedingly above my skill level, my arms are very sore from it. I swear my forearms have gotten bigger; no, not from muscle mass gain, but from pain, damage and being swollen. I mention it to my mother, I say "Mom, do my forearms look bigger?"
My brother, ever interested in sparking fights among my parents and me says "MAYBE YOU'RE GAINING WEIGHT. ARE YOU PREGNANT, LARISSA?"
I reply as I would with any accusation of the sort and say that Yes, yes I am!
SPOILER: I'm not.
Meanwhile my father is sitting at the other end of the table, and starts flexing his own arms at me. He rolls up his sleeve and flexes his forearm, saying "Yeah well, look at THESE forearms!"
"Wow Dad, that must mean you're pregnant too, right?" I ask him
"Well he sure looks pregnant." - Mother
SPOILER: He's not. He just has a beer belly.
Fin.
