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Two more reasons why I should change the name of this blog to "Way Out
In Beth"...
1) Beth has a tendency to be a Low Talker. It's not that she mumbles,
it's just that she talks very quietly at times. My ears are sort of
tuned in to her frequency, but sometimes I miss a word or seven. For
example, we were driving in the car the other day--with the radio
on--and Beth started talking about a new movie that she wanted to see:
BETH: I want to see that new Woody Harrelson movie where he plays that
Casual-T guy.
GLENN: Casual-T? A
rapper? He plays a white rapper? What?
BETH: No, no. He plays a
CASUALTY guy. A military officer that is assigned to tell families that
their son, daughter, spouse, whatever has died. You know, like a war
casualty?
GLENN: Oh. 2) The other night we sat down to a nice dinner of curry chicken and
rice. With my very first forkful, I got a piece of chicken that was kind
of gristly, so I spit it out on my plate after chewing it maybe twice
(gristle in chicken freaks me out). I pushed it to the side of my plate
and continued eating.
Anyway, at the end of dinner I had quite a bit of food left so I
decided to save it for lunch the next day. Beth had just a little left
on her plate (which she didn't want to save) and she generously offered
it up as part of my lunch. I reached over, picked up her plate and began
scooping her leftovers onto my plate. And in return, I tossed my
half-chewed Gristle Chicken piece onto her empty plate and said, "That's
a bad piece."
She obviously didn't hear me. Before I could stop her, she popped it in
her mouth and ate it.
As always, not a dull moment to be found... |
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