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Sundays, Skype, Superbowl?

Sunday afternoons are meant for two things: napping & catching up with far-away-friends. After a little lay-down I opted for a couple of Skype dates instead of the Superbowl.

Date #1:

Me: Hello? Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Friend: Why do you have butterflies on your sweater?
Me: Uh, because it is a butterfly sweater?
Friend: Where did you get it?
Me: Um, a bag of clothing?
Friend: Like the dumpster?
Me: (laughter) No... my housemate's girlfriend & her roommate were getting rid of clothes. It was in there, and I thought maybe I could pull it off...
Friend: Yeah, maybe...
Me: (faking surprise) What? You don't like it? How about this butterfly?? (I lean towards the webcam so she gets a good view of the butterfly on my shoulder...)
Friend: Mmmmm. (sarcastic)

Moral of the story: apparently I can't rock this sweater.

Sometimes I get distracted in conversations by unintentional and irrelevant pop-culture reference. Talking about roommate relationships (we lived together in university), I commented, "In a way, what goes around comes around..." and heard Justin Timberlake's voice in my head...

For the record, I don't like the content of this song, but I do like the sound of it. Specifically the use of the sitar. I think it's a sitar? Let's say it is.

Later on, she said something about worrying "if this is the new normal, how it's going to be from now on..." What I heard was David's voice.
"Is this going to be forever??"

The second skype call lasted the entire Superbowl...sometimes there is a lot to say.

Apparently the Saints won? Go Saints.


MLW said…
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MLW said…
Watching the super bowl game is something that needs to be done in community, at least that's how I feel.

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