My Frannie has been beaucoup de bubbleheaded lately.
1. Eel. EEL. EEL!
On Saturday we were at Blue C with Supa, gobbling sushi like freaks. Supa grabbed some unagi off the conveyor belt and exclaimed, “I LOVE eel!” I haven’t been able to comfortably eat eel since college, when I made the wise decision to snag some out of the refrigerator case at the grocery store I worked at. Grocery store sushi and Phoenix, Arizona is not a good mix. Let it suffice to say that you never forget your first eel puke.
Anyway, Supa was enjoying her eel and continuing to exclaim. “This eel is so good! Hey, Franny, do you want to try some of my EEL?”
Franny brandished the little kid chopsticks they thoughtfully provide there. “Okay,” she said, and snagged a small bite.
“Hmm,” she said, chewing. “This eel is good chicken.”
AWWW, Baby’s First Jessica Simpson Moment!
2. Eel Again.
Later that day I told Companion the eel story and he chuckled. Franny weighed in from the kitchen table where she was watercoloring.
“Mom!” she said. “You can’t tell that story. I don’t appreciate they way you have been giving me compliments lately.”
“Oh, the compliments are bothering you?”
“YES!”
“Sorry, I won’t give you any more compliments.”
3. AND HE WAS DEAD!
Earlier that weekend Companion had his guitar out and was strumming it. Can I tell you I was trepadacious about the fact Companion was a guitar player, because of my marriage to someone who was into the non-stop solo horning in a closet. But he is a benign weekend strummer, not an ARTISTE.
So Companion was strumming, and Frannie was an Interruptasaurus (Bargus Rudus).
“P., can you sing a song about me? And my sister?”
Companion came to an abrupt stop with guitar equivalent of a needle ripping off a record.
“A song about you? Okay,” he said. He began strumming again. “There were two little girls….” Franny was all smiles at this point. “Aaaand they were too curious, and they in-ter-UP-ted a looot!” She was less smiley then. “And they ended up DEAD!”
Franny ran out of the room as I laughed hysterically. As soon as I was able to pull my uterus back up into my body and stop laughing, I made them get together and make up.
This weekend, while it had its highlights, was way too long.
PS, If you make a ringtone of the “Look Around You” theme song and send it to me, you will be the proud recipient of twelvedy doubloons and a photocopy of a butt.
Sometimes I forget how funny Companion can be. He really complimented Frannie that time.
ahh nice one companion. and the eel spew, there’s an image you can really taste…
i cannot BELIEVE you’ve seen Look Around You. The world is so bloody small these days :) that one is a hoot.
My husband once made up a story with song to entertain my niece and nephew while we were waiting for a table at a restaurant:
The story was about 2 bad kids, and a purple monster came along and ate them up, because they were bad. Their names were eerily close to Niece and Nephew’s names.
The song went:
Once upon a time
There were two little children
And the purple monster ate ’em all up
The end.
It’s a classic.
The song rocked, no matter how many years of therapy it takes her to get over it. It is exactly something I or my boyfriend would do to my kids … but they are 13 & 15 and THEY DESERVE IT.
Awesome.
Nice video. I had to add it to my favs. I’ll be checking out the other ones here pretty soon. Poor Franny and the Companion song…anything for a laugh huh! Don’t worry, we’re like that too!
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