Every couple weeks my dear friend Reilly (this pic is a few years old but we're hot in it) calls me with a question. Here's a sampling of what these questions usually are:
"Hey Lindz, what are those fat babies with wings? Not cupids, but..." (Answer: cherubs)
"Why is communism bad again?" (Answer: Red works for me but makes Ricky look ruddy)
"What's it called when you think your kids are better than everyone else?" (Answer: biased)
I never know what question to expect when Reilly calls, and it's usually while she's at work, driving through a tunnel, trying to go to sleep at 3am, or other random times.
Just had to document this factor of Reilly's personality for posterity.
1 comment:
oh my gosh i love this post so much!!! Its very very true, except the part about me calling every couple weeks, more like every other day.
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