Soppho

Y Chrome and I were away at a dear friend’s wedding in Connecticut last week. Aside from my cat-sitter losing my poor furry monster while we were gone, inciting some cat-lady hysteria and a whole lot of fretting (he’s yet to be found, but we’ve not given up yet), we had a great time. [...]

Me: I’m sad about Al and Tipper Gore. I’m feeling disillusioned.
Y Chromosome: How long were they together?
Me: 40 years! How did this happen? And more importantly, who will make-y out-y in a gross yet vaguely endearing manner at the DNC? Who, I ask you, who?? I was sixteen when that happened, and in some sort [...]

Me: Okay, how about those little crusty things you get in your eyes when you sleep? What did you call those when you were a kid?
Y Chromosome: Sleepers.
Me: Really?! REALLY?! I did, too! Finally, we found some sort of commonality in our childhoods. This is exciting. Sleepers, yeah!
Y Chrome: Well, sometimes we called them ’sleepers’, [...]

W:  I love the local news: “I asked them, ‘where does the things that go into a cookie come from’, and they said ‘in a garden in the back of the grocery store.’ So it really shows a lot of kids these days don’t know where eggs, milk, beef comes from.”
Me:  Um.
W: I don’t put [...]

Y Chromosome pulls a light colored strand from his shirt.
Me: Your other girlfriend’s hair, I presume?
Y Chrome: It’s not hair. I think it’s a fiber.
Me: Riiiiight. I believe you. What’s her name?
Y Chrome: Polly-Esther Rayon.
Me: A southern woman, hm? I should have known.