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Uncle V left this morning, back to the home land. Back to civilazation, he says, and with Ian around I don't blame him. ((See the first few entries for examples of my brother's supreme...nothingness)) I'll miss having him around, though, he tends to liven things up a lot. But then again things around here are lively enough without his help.
Which brings me to what happened today.
I called Skyler today, wondering if he would want to go see The Day After Tomorrow with me, because he had wanted to see it, and for some reason I want to now as well.
At first Skyler didn't even pick up, and I knew he was just sitting there in his boxers, eating Froot Loops, watching cartoons, and screening his calls. After I declaired that I would kill him if he didn't pick up the phone, he answered. He kindly informed me that he couldn't come because he's practicing his medatation.
Right... the other day he had a contest with Ian to see who could eat more cole slaw, and now he's going to go all Zen on me? I wish the boy would get a grip. But oh, it gets worse. or better. Depending on your way of thinking. He was actually working on a self-improvment tape as we spoke.
"My manta is...Err, my manta is..." he was mumbeling.
"A ray, Skyler, your manta is a ray. Now your mantra on the other hand..."
"That's what I said!" he said after pausing for long enough for me to know I had not just misheard him.
"Right, well, I'll see you later."
"Good-bye"
Which brings me to what happened today.
I called Skyler today, wondering if he would want to go see The Day After Tomorrow with me, because he had wanted to see it, and for some reason I want to now as well.
At first Skyler didn't even pick up, and I knew he was just sitting there in his boxers, eating Froot Loops, watching cartoons, and screening his calls. After I declaired that I would kill him if he didn't pick up the phone, he answered. He kindly informed me that he couldn't come because he's practicing his medatation.
Right... the other day he had a contest with Ian to see who could eat more cole slaw, and now he's going to go all Zen on me? I wish the boy would get a grip. But oh, it gets worse. or better. Depending on your way of thinking. He was actually working on a self-improvment tape as we spoke.
"My manta is...Err, my manta is..." he was mumbeling.
"A ray, Skyler, your manta is a ray. Now your mantra on the other hand..."
"That's what I said!" he said after pausing for long enough for me to know I had not just misheard him.
"Right, well, I'll see you later."
"Good-bye"