Jaan Pehechaan Ho

The Evolution of Foot Fondalee Anonymous

One slumberous night, my little sister, Rachael, me and a couple other people I can't remember got out the video camera to make some short movies. This was the idea that was pitched, a girl attends a big sleepover only to have her feet fondled in the middle of the night, when morning comes she is scared and unsure who the fondler was. 

Immediately I told Rachael that she would be the feet fondler, but she refused. I argued and tried to convince her, that's when she said "No, I'd rather be the fondalee". We argued about which was worse and it ended up being the argument of the night. It was hysterical. Sadly though, our dispute was the reason the short film was never given a chance. Oh, to go back in time. 

Nightmare Easter Bunny

 

My nephew Evan, trying to get away. This was the city's Easter egg hunt. They must have really wanted the little kids to remember this day.

Voices

Mr.& Mrs. Morning Dove

Sharing nest responsibilities sometimes gets overwhelming. That's why Don will sometimes tell his wife Betty that he's going out for more nesting materials,  when he really just plans on sitting on the roof for hours.

A Wrong Call

Yesterday I woke up at the crack of dawn walked the dog, ran errands for 4 hours,  and then ran into my sister and her son at the grocery store. My nephew begged to come home with me, so my husband and I ran the rest of my errands and then came home and had to entertain a hyper 7 year old with ping pong, ball guns, video games, and non-sugary snacks and Mac photo booth. By the time his mother came and picked him up (an hour late mind you) I felt exhausted and brain dead. That's when I got a call.

My husband rushed towards me with a ringing cell. He urgently shouted "It's your grandma!" He flipped it open, "Hello? I asked" From the other end a high pitched voice responded "Hello Joanie?" I was confused and then suddenly relieved, I thought to myself, if she called the wrong number this will be short. I should have known better and I should have realized, this was no "wrong call".

Without a moments pause, my Grandma said "this isn't Joanie, this is Jayne isn't it?" I rolled my eyes "Yes, Grandma, it's Jayne. She cackled "Oh dear, that's strange your name is nowhere near Joannie's". I politely responded "that's okay Grandma, you just call your friend." I regretted the word friend immediately. My Grandma stuttered "Well, well yah know Joannie's actually my cousin, and I'm over at Tilly's and we're expecting her over..... 20 minutes later and two mentionings of how this whole call was an accident.

Finally I tried wrapping things up "alright Grandma". "Oh Your uncle Rob He only calls me when my bills come in. I have so many bills. Do you remember Frank and Margerie? They're dead now but...  Oh and the other day I went in my wallet and you know what I found? The ten commandments you wrote when you were ten?" She cackled "maybe that's why I called you, yeah, maybe that's why I dialed your number."    

Happy Birthday - Michael Scott Style