Friday, June 02, 2006

And Now, on a Very Special “Blossom”

OK, I’m busy at work. So here, instead of my scintillating wit, I’m going to turn the reins over to my daughter, Carrie.

On a side note, turns out that Xserves are a little persnickety about power. They don’t like flakey power. They tend to just reboot at seemingly random intervals. More later.

And now! Without further ado: The wonderful and and delightful Carrie!



So we’re in the car picking up Ellis from Teh Sitter’s. In the car are Jonah, a friend of his, Reha, me, my friend Tiff, and Lucas. Tiff is talking about how her family is planning to remodel their yard. She’s saying she wants to convince them into purchasing some Grecian statues of “buff, nude dudes.” I think this is a pretty sweet idea for several reasons:

i. Greek mythology. What’s not to love?

ii. Figure drawing is easier when a figure is present. (she’s an artist)

iii. Creeping out the neighbors (+1)

iv. Buff. Nude. Dudes.

Anyway. So Reha goes “You know The David?”

We go “Yeah.” Of course we know the David.

“Wanna hear a funny story?”

We are game. Hilarity is our friend.

“So the first time I saw your Dad naked I said, ‘Hey! You look like the David!’”

I make a face. Please understand, my father was not the dashing specimen of manhood you see in his pictures for all of my life. We’ll leave it at that.

Reha defends him. “Well, he was skinny! Like a twig. Like Jonah is now.”

I continue to make a face.

“You’re just doing that thing where you’re the child and you don’t want to think about your parents being naked. Carrie, it’s the David you know the David!”

“Yeah,” I reply, “but now it’s the Dad-vid!”

1. Carrie, I gave your parents a picnic basket to take back to their hotel room after their wedding reception.  It was filled with Rubbermaid containers with food I’d pilfered from the reception (who eats at their own reception?), other yummies I knew Reha liked, and candles and Kermit the Frog bubble bath....and Silly String in a can.  (Hey, I was really entirely too proud of that idea, of course I remember it!)

   And so now I have a mental image of The David covered in Silly String.  Oy.  You’re not the only one scarred for life now.

   (These days I look like a statue myself: Rodin’s ‘the Helmet Maker’s wife’.)

   Posted by elizabeth  on  06/03/06  at  03:44 AM

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