This Reminds Me

….two 6′ women sit in a photo booth?  Answer:  Any darned way they can.

Lois, Hannah and about 20 of their church friends recently completed their bible memory work for the spring and were feted to a Mr. Gatti’s celebration today.  Rachel and I quickly found the photo booth and jammed ourselves in it to create a B&W masterpiece – no “small” task for us, I assure you.  I feared my purse was permanently embedded under my left armpit, and Rachel’s jutting size 13 (men’s) Converse sneakers tripped half the kidlets running by.  I am hoping the feeling returns to my right size by evening.

What it do, Shorty?

Other “masterpieces” from Rachel this week – all verbal -

Parodying a country western song-  a music genre she loathes – in a twangy voice:  “I hit a dead dog, stuck a candle in it, called it a birthday cake and gave it to mah son, his name is ‘Johnny.’”

Teasing Lois about a techno song on the radio:  “That sounds like a gay nightclub.” Lois:  “How do you know about gay nightclubs?” Rachel: “Shhh!”

The girls and I playing Scrabble, and her trying to play letters MQIDAR.  “Mom, it’s a medicine – and you need some.”

Scrunching up her face while wearing one of Keith’s old white dress shirts and a pair of his old glasses:  “I’ve some got some sweet, sweet calculator action in this pocket.”

And my favorite – Wednesday night, when we had to skip church and our usual Subway dinner because I had a late conference call:  “First you take us away from God.  Then you feed us leftovers.”

If you’ve not experienced enough of her artistic ability, see her blog. If the flash makes you a little queasy, try a dose of Mqidar.