Meanwhile… February 8, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 1 comment so far(The “meanwhile” refers to the fact that EVEN WHILE Ibey is coming up with winners like this –) My family is still capable of being quite bloggable.
Poems from my darling sister whilst we were in the middle of the Valentine-making-maelstrom:
Cherries are red
Blueberries are blue
But most of all,
You aren’t sour
(Like blueberries)
Anya’s shirt is red
Elpinoine’s is pink
Your shirt is blue
But I still love you!
(This one having been said while her brain was elsewhere engaged, apparently)
Roses are red,
Roses are blue,
But most of all,
I love you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
and so is you. Are you.
Strawberries are red
No wait they’re pink nevermind…
But my personal favorite was one which she started with:
Elpinoine’s shirt is pink,
Anya’s is red…
I was making up all sorts of uncharitable endings for it…
And if I got this poem,
I’d rather be dead.
I advised her to keep her day job. 
We also started talking about wasabi tooth paste. I don’t remember if that was my evil brainchild or not, but I do remember who I was planning on doing it to. But I don’t think I’ll mention that… because I don’t really feel like being blackmailed for the rest of my life… It was an evil idea. It still, as Mom points out, is.
And, speaking of Mom, she wasn’t too enthusiastic about doing Omnibus today. After she had informed me that she couldn’t read my mind (just because I forgot Bulwer-Lytton, and was hoping that she could figure out what I meant) said something about “Stummering and stattering.” Righto. Also, she tried asking me something about “TCA.”
me: “TCA?”
her: “TCA. I’m spelling Killer with a C instead of a K. Does that interest you?”
Tonight at dinner Ibey tried giving me a “gangster handshake” — you know, the sort which Dick Van Dyke is given in Never A Dull Moment (he always likes to try these sorts of things on me… “It won’t hurt, Anya!” *stab* “It won’t hurt, Anya!” *cuts my throat with a coat hanger*… I begin to feel like Charlie Brown with Lucy holding the football.) So, after all his talk about how my eyes should be turning red (?), I decided to gangster-handshake him back.
It’s good to know that I can still cause his eyes to pop out.
Alright, I think those are enough stories of things I do which pretty much go to prove that I have an evil side…. *evil laughter*
EVIL LAUGHTER?!?!? Who else laughs evilly and spells correctly but Andrew C-?!?! [Abby]
I do, of course, as those of you blessed *cough* enough to be involved in the GopherBrane thing remembered.
And Griffin, if you want to make comments about my spelling, you may.
Goodnight, everyone.
