Sunday, October 09, 2005

On the phone with my stepmother:

"I'm taking an EMT class for work, and last week I had to do an excercise where I pretended that five people in my life were someone we were responding to, and I had to ask them questions about what their problem was. The first one I asked was your brother, and I told him to just make something up. You know what his problem was?"

"Hair in his eyes?"

"No. Spontaneous human combustion. He said it had happened to him four or five times in the last week."

"You're going to blame this one on me too, aren't you."

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