My sister, Caroline aka Sister Felicity, is probably the person who cracks me up more than anyone in the world. Not that she’s clever or funny (which she is, well, sort of), but that I am constantly surprised by what comes out of her mouth. I used to want to keep a notebook just to write down what she says.
My coworker is the same way. She has the same way of matter-of-factly stating something completely absurd. And meaning it 100%. Like, “If I was skinnier, I’d totally be a backup dancer for Britney Spears.”
“If you were . . . just . . . skinnier.”
Then she laughs. “Yes, what’s holding me back from being her backup dancer is my weight! I have the moves!”
Here’s (one of) yesterday’s conversation(s):
“Are you giving anything up for Lent?”
“I’m not Catholic.”
“Well, no, neither am I. But I always liked the idea of giving up something. I mean, I’m sure my body will thank me!”
“Yeah, no. Too many years of being Catholic. I’ll pass.”
“I mean, how long is Lent? 2 weeks?”
“TWO? No, it’s six.”
“SIX WEEKS! What? That’s crazy!”
Yeah, tomorrow is day 2 of Lent and she hasn’t mentioned it again.
UPDATE: Today we have free tickets to the rodeo cook off. She was making plans to get her one pair of cowboy boots from her mom’s house after work. Her mom couldn’t find them, so she was going to have to run out to west Houston during rush hour and come back to Reliant that night.
“Or I guess I could just go dressed as a normal person.”
“. . .”
“In a way, it’s like Hallowe’en! You get all dressed up once a year to go to an event . . .”
I realize I could do Brittany updates all day long, but I won’t. And probably because no one is going to find them as funny as I am. And it makes me miss my sister. So just know that my officemate keeps me laughing.
