Last night we were playing Catchphrase with a group of friends on someone's iphone. This is the game where it selects words or phrases at complete random, could be anything, which you have to get your team to guess, without saying the word or any word in the phrase, and then quickly pass on the phone to the next player before the buzzer goes off.
So MRB finishes his turn and throws the phone at me. I look at the screen.
My word is "Dallben".
Of all the chances in the universe. The irony is, I was the only person in the room who knew who that was, save MRB, who was not on my team. Which is exactly what I blurted out.
Prydain, Prydain, it haunts me.
Also,
Peanut-isms:
While driving:
Peanut: I smell something.
Me: What do you smell?
Peanut: I don't know.
Me: Well, what does it smell like?
Peanut: Smells like Colorado.
??
Later:
Peanut: Mama, where we going?
Me: We're going home. It's late.
Peanut: (upset)NO. We not going home.
Me: Well, where would you like to go?
Peanut: (thinks for a second) Sesame Street
Me too.
Peanut is too cute. Did you ever figure out what Colorado smells like?
ReplyDeleteI've been missing Prydain lately ... keep thinking about trying to start a new fanfic, but inspiration is lacking.
No, because to me, Colorado either smells like clean air and aspen, or sage and cow manure. Neither were around at the time.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about Prydain. I keep getting messages from people asking when I'll write another chapter of Diaries...wish I had any idea.