Conversations With Sissyface

Last night at my sister's we went through a basketful of her clothing to see what, if anything, she wanted to get rid of.

Sissyface:  Do you want that grey sweater?

Beauty:      I don't know, maybe.

Sissyface:   It's really warm.

Beauty:      Okay, I'll take it.

Sissyface:   What about this red one?

Beauty:       That's not red, it's orange . . .

Sissyface:    You're joking. That is SO red.

Beauty:        No it's not. My eyes don't see colors like most people. I'm not kidding. I'm always getting corrected on the color of things. To me that looks orange.

Sissyface:    Wow, that's bizarre. Well do you want it?

Beauty:        I don't like orange, only red.

Sissyface:    (Looking consideringly at the grey sweater.) Hmm, do I want the grey one?

Beauty:        No take backs! You're such an indian giver! You already said I could have it.

Sissyface:    I know, but now that I think of it I remember what a cozy sweater it is.

Beauty:        (Holding up the sweater in question to get a better look.) You know what, it's made out of that yukky type of yarn I don't like, so go ahead and keep it. It looks hairy. It looks like an Esau sweater, you know Esau from the Old Testament, how hairy he was? So go ahead and keep your ugly hair sweater, I don't want it.

Sissyface:    Ooh, now you're making me think of butt hair.

Beauty:        What? You're so weird. But hey, if you want to wear something that reminds you of that, be my guest.

Sissyface:    Today at work I was on the elevator with 8 doctors. They kept talking about "bleeding nipple syndrome." It was so gross. I just wanted to say, "Look, I know this is what you guys do for a living, but come on--does everyone else have to hear that stuff?"

Beauty:        It occurs to me that you haven't had a good twisting in a while.

Sissyface:    (Laughing) What?

Beauty:        You know--a twisting. You're long overdue.

Sissyface:    What are you talking about?

Beauty:        TWISTING! Remember how we used to do that: one of us twists the other across the room and flings her on the bed.

Sissyface:     Oh! Now you're making me think of twisted nipples!

Beauty:        Twisted nipples?

Sissyface:     Like what the doctors were talking about.

Beauty:        Oh, well anyway you're due for a twisting, and I don't mean that kind.

Sissyface:     It's not twisting, you weirdo, it's twirling!

Beauty:        Oh yeah, no wonder that didn't sound right!

We howl with laughter and yes, it was the kind of funny that you had to be there to understand. So why am I blogging it? Because I've got nothing else, not a single solitary thing to write about. Maddy and Anna are on their way over for a couple of hours so I decided to post something before they get here. And this is what I came up with, oh you lucky, lucky readers of mine!

Comments

[Tracie]

That is so funny I laughed even without being there! Conversations like that make me wish I had a sister!

[Austin]

That is hilarious!! LOL The progression of the conversation is so typical of what I do with friends.

[deb]

Yeah. Like maybe you really do need some writing prompts.

Just kidding.

Visiting from SITS.

Sweet dreams.

[Marcy]

Made me laugh and smile. :)

[Enola]

I have conversations like that with my sister. I miss her a lot! Thanks for sharing.

[Michelle]

I laughed out loud! I LOVE conversations like that!