October 27th, 2007

marie yum

Sotto voce

I'm in the kitchen making caramel brownies for the pumpkin-carving party tonight. Sister Girl, a certified pastry chef, is helpfully ("Use a spatula") pointing out ("Stir it like this") everything ("That's too much cooking spray") I'm doing wrong. (Laughing: "Well, am I putting it into the pan wrong?" Also laughing: "I don't know, I haven't seen you do it yet.") In the den, the Charter guys are here to hook up all the tentacly bits of the TV/cable box/DVD player, while my parents assist.

Sister Girl: "Mom's hitting on the tall one."

Me: "Heh."

Sister Girl: [indicates her approval nonverbally]

Me: "So it's worth it, then. But why is he wearing a safety vest? What is it, hunting season?"

Sister Girl: "I have no idea."

Me: "Heh. For

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