This morning's Yahoo convo with The Madre, who was actually The Sister:
The Maven: Is this The Sister?
The Maven: Chux0r?
The Sister: neither
The Sister: it's Beldar from Coneheads
The Maven: OMG, Beldar! You're so freaking HOT.
The Maven: I'm a huge fan
The Maven: *drool*
The Sister: It must be the cone
The Maven: And the teeth
The Maven: yum
The Sister: lol! g2g 2 work! BYE!
The Maven: bye, Beldar!
I'm a bit concerned right now. My sister is freshly out of a two-year relationship and, while I know that can affect one's self-esteem, I never expected she would be comparing herself to someone who looks like this:
Sis, you're beautiful. Really. If you have any cone shape to your head, you cover it up nicely with your hairstyle. I'd never even know... Please don't sell yourself short like that.
Have I mentioned that she wants a shirt that says 'I'm an aunt to the hearing impaired'? I believe she'll be getting one for Christmas. I bet she scores mad dates with it on.
If I order my 'I put out for lattes' shirt at the same time, do you think they might screw them up? Could you imagine? One of us could wear 'I'm an aunt to lattes' and the other 'I put out for the hearing impaired'.
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In other news, Geekster signed his life away nine years ago today! Yes, it's true: Coffee Fetcher has been bound by law and vows to yours truly for what must seem like an eternity (could you imagine living with me - on purpose - for that long?). On the big day, I wore a dress, he wore a tux and we watched baby Intrepid scream every time I went near him. He had NO idea who I was (Intrepid, not Geekster). It was a sad kind of funny.
Also, my dear friends Thac0 and Chance Wynd were there to celebrate with us. They made a mad dash to the Amurken/Canadia border to attend the festivities. They even slept on our floor because we didn't have beds for them. Low maintenance people are amazing.
How much do I love him? Allow me to explain: Take a chocolate chip pancake and add syrup, jam, whipped cream and caramel to it. Plop some ice cream on top for good measure and maybe drink a Coke with it. Does that sound disgustingly sweet to you? So much so that you could vomit? If so, you probably don't want to know my answer because it's the emotional equivalent to that description.
Oh, and may I be shallow for just a moment? I know that might be surprising coming from me, but try not to let your jaw hit the floor. Not only is he Giver of Weekends, Computer Fixer Surpreme, Maker of Stirfry and Provider of Minivans, but he's also a rather attractive young man. A handsome lad. A physically appealing gent.
Don't ask me how I scored hotness, but somehow I managed. And for more than one night! I think he stayed with me because he sortakinda of likes me, too. Oh, and I carry, birth and nurse his ten pound babies. I'm nice like that.
Happy anniversary, Geekster. I don't know how we found each other, but I'm so glad we did. Who else could put up with me like you do?
PS: I'll let you buy me a latte tonight.
The Maven: Is this The Sister?
The Maven: Chux0r?
The Sister: neither
The Sister: it's Beldar from Coneheads
The Maven: OMG, Beldar! You're so freaking HOT.
The Maven: I'm a huge fan
The Maven: *drool*
The Sister: It must be the cone
The Maven: And the teeth
The Maven: yum
The Sister: lol! g2g 2 work! BYE!
The Maven: bye, Beldar!
I'm a bit concerned right now. My sister is freshly out of a two-year relationship and, while I know that can affect one's self-esteem, I never expected she would be comparing herself to someone who looks like this:
Sis, you're beautiful. Really. If you have any cone shape to your head, you cover it up nicely with your hairstyle. I'd never even know... Please don't sell yourself short like that.
Have I mentioned that she wants a shirt that says 'I'm an aunt to the hearing impaired'? I believe she'll be getting one for Christmas. I bet she scores mad dates with it on.
If I order my 'I put out for lattes' shirt at the same time, do you think they might screw them up? Could you imagine? One of us could wear 'I'm an aunt to lattes' and the other 'I put out for the hearing impaired'.
***
In other news, Geekster signed his life away nine years ago today! Yes, it's true: Coffee Fetcher has been bound by law and vows to yours truly for what must seem like an eternity (could you imagine living with me - on purpose - for that long?). On the big day, I wore a dress, he wore a tux and we watched baby Intrepid scream every time I went near him. He had NO idea who I was (Intrepid, not Geekster). It was a sad kind of funny.
Also, my dear friends Thac0 and Chance Wynd were there to celebrate with us. They made a mad dash to the Amurken/Canadia border to attend the festivities. They even slept on our floor because we didn't have beds for them. Low maintenance people are amazing.
How much do I love him? Allow me to explain: Take a chocolate chip pancake and add syrup, jam, whipped cream and caramel to it. Plop some ice cream on top for good measure and maybe drink a Coke with it. Does that sound disgustingly sweet to you? So much so that you could vomit? If so, you probably don't want to know my answer because it's the emotional equivalent to that description.
Oh, and may I be shallow for just a moment? I know that might be surprising coming from me, but try not to let your jaw hit the floor. Not only is he Giver of Weekends, Computer Fixer Surpreme, Maker of Stirfry and Provider of Minivans, but he's also a rather attractive young man. A handsome lad. A physically appealing gent.
Don't ask me how I scored hotness, but somehow I managed. And for more than one night! I think he stayed with me because he sortakinda of likes me, too. Oh, and I carry, birth and nurse his ten pound babies. I'm nice like that.
Happy anniversary, Geekster. I don't know how we found each other, but I'm so glad we did. Who else could put up with me like you do?
PS: I'll let you buy me a latte tonight.