the only time my father seems to want to gchat these days is when he wants to complain about a) the economy, b) the american economy, c) how the american economy is screwing with the messy merger his company is involved in. i miss the days when we’d talk about girls, he’d say funny things, id ask if i could post them in my blog, and he’d say no.
here’s the exchange we had the other day:
Joseph to Elisa, Veronika, me: Did you know that Rahm Emmanuel has just been named Obama’s chief of staff? [stuff about obama, israel, clinton, etc….] It’s ironic that the man who called for change is bringing in many long time power brokers in Washington. Love, Joe.
Alexandra to Joseph, Elisa, Veronika: how come you never gchat with me???
Veronika to Me, Joseph, Mommie: I’m with a on this.
Alexandra to Joseph, Elisa, Veronika: dad, if you were on gchat and responsive, this is what i would tell you:
sometimes, i eat chocolate pudding without a spoon. i dont know why i do this, but it;s fun and delicious. it;s also tricky, though, because my tongue is not long enough to get to all the pudding at the bottom of the cup. and if i squeeze it to try to get the pudding out, i run the risk of having it pop back into shape too quickly and making a little bit of a mess. one time this happened and i got pudding splatters all over my face. unbelievable. when i try to stick my tongue in super far, though, i just get pudding all over my face. and you know how much i HATE messy easters. i mean, eaters. (ugh, i was NOT one of those kids who got their popsicle all over their face and had sticky fingers. ew.). so usually what i do is just tap one side of the cup against the desk, and wait for the pudding to slooooowly slide down towards the top so that my tongue can reach it. BUT this takes time. and you know what, i cant sit here all day watching my pudding slide down towards the top of my snack pack all day. so usually i do work at the same time (there are people who call this “multitasking”). except here’s what usually happens: with my left hand, i tap tap tap, and with my right, i click click click with the mouse. i look away, and next thing i know, there’s a puddle of pudding on my desk. best situation: it’s on a piece of paper. like my notebook. or the ppt edits i need to give back to my boss. because then i can just lick it right off and no one is ever the wiser. sometimes it’s on my desk though, and it’s a much messier clean up. licking the desk is far less inconspicuous than licking your notebook. so usually i end up with mushy tissues and pudding all over my hands. the moral of this story: i should really use a spoon.
Veronika to Me, Joseph, Mommie: Wow this email reminds me of that tangent that adam sandler goes on in happy gilmore. More importantly, what’s for dinner.