So I'm waiting for the windshield repair people to show up. You know...between 9 and 11 am. But we've rounded the 10 am mark and I'm losing faith.
Nothing's worse than waiting. You feel like you can't start anything cuz they might ring your doorbell. Or maybe that's just me. Fortunately the phone rang. It's my sister. She's got that tone...
"Soooooooo....".
Ah...I can tell we're in for a nice long conversation about nothing. Nothing, I tell you! Nothing important anyway. My favorite conversations are about nothing. But we laugh. I mean, we laugh so much I usually cry. And my stomach feels more taut, like I've done at least 3 sit ups.
We even watched You Tube together. So maybe you don't have a sister that you can kill an hour with on the phone (by the way, this works well with my mother, also)...you can waste a few minutes enjoying a little Jerry Seinfeld on Letterman (the creep) anyway. I do love me a little Jerry Seinfeld...especially with my sister on the other end of the line.
Way to turn my day around!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqWLw0mOiV0&feature=channel
and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASFmLuGIr78&feature=fvsr
6 comments:
I had fun chatting and laughing with my sister for an hour on the phone this morning too. Good times! :)
i fought with my sister on the phone this morning. i think i need to borrow your sister...
It's probably a good thing I don't have a sister, I already spend too much time on here...although I could use the stomach exercise...
I love me a little Jerry Seinfeld too, thanks for letting me kill a few minutes with him. :)
That hour was the BEST part of my day. Especially the part about, "I gave up my..."
:)
xoxo
Nothing like a phone call to raise my seratonin levels. Laughter and whining together. Nothing beats it, except maybe a little chocolate... or a lot.
I had a funny experience about Jerry Seinfeld not long ago. My friend had lent me a book by his wife, but I didn't know it was his wife when I was reading it. I did, however, notice in the little cartoon sketch of the members of her family, that her husband looked really familiar (his name was Jerry). Then, when I read the last page, where his wife wrote that when she married a man told her that now that she was married to a celebrity, it was only a matter of time before the cookbook was out--THAT is when I put 2 and 2 together. I had a good laugh at myself.
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