Because between a heavy heart and head, “little ridicul” is just fun to say.
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Day One: At home with two very sweet, very well-behaved little boys. Of note, they are the same ages as my own children and of half-Laos decent. And at the time, my own children were not actually there. So these boys played with my kids’ toys, watched my kids’ cartoons, sat in my kids’ kitchen chairs while eating my kids’ typical foods off my kids’ favorite plates. They tooled around the house in a completely familiar manner, but they were not my children. It was like watching theater. “The parts of Ben and Lilah will be played by an all-male, half-Asian, slightly-quieter cast.” I started laughing…and stopped about 4 hours later. Big thanks to their mother’s parallel laughter.
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Day Two: Sleeping on my stomach, I realized my preferred position is eerily similar to the typical chalk outline featured in most crime scene television shows.
Sketched reenactment of my stomach-sleeping posture; that’s not really me. You can tell because I usually have a nose.
Note how sad and mostly-dead he looks, by comparison. I think it’s because he didn’t bother to put his hair up in a tidy bun.
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Day Three: ELO. I keep listening to them, and they are nothing if not ridiculous. Related, I wish I still had roller skates.
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Day Four: To camouflage that I shampoo only once per week during the winter, I attempted to braid my whole head of hair. After the first 5 minutes of having my arms raised over my head, trying to twist each lock, my hands went completely numb. No worries! All that blood found a new home, draining directly into my head. The visual: my fingers knotted (er, stuck) in a half-braided/half-unkempt head of hair, hovering above my beet-red face, sweating bullets, and rapidly pacing back and forth in front of the mirror, cursing like a sailor. Related, I am now seriously considering washing my hair twice a week.
Working to make my chalk outline all the more personalized.
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Day Five: I referenced “kitten testicles” and “where I keep lint, in the back of my throat.” Both within 20 minutes, both as though they were perfectly common phrases, and both while speaking to persons I barely know. I did wind up apologizing about the kitty nuts, but to be honest, I wasn’t really all that sorry.
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See? Just a little.
