Wednesday, September 06, 2006

This one time...

Admit it, you were all thinking ..."At band camp" even if you never saw the movie. Pete, who is 8, has never seen it either. But she says "this one time" ... Incessantly... So much so that at the age of 6 my BF got her to tell me "this one time at band camp" just to give us a stroke. Good friend, huh. Pete went to Six Flags with a friend and her mother told her she was going to staple her lips together if she didn't stop talking. She even drives strangers crazy. Her poor, poor, teacher. She aims to please. But let me really get into a show (Saved, Grey's Anatomy, Deadwood) or a cool song (RHCP, Stadium Arcadium right now) and she is blah blah de blah f'ing blah. That girl can talk.
My mother used to ask me if I'd been vaccinated by a phonograph needle. Damn, that is so funny now. I never really paid attention to her when she said it before. Well, at least we know were Pete gets it.

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