So after monday's goings-on, Valerie and her friend Maria (or, as she now says, her "BFF") have an obsession with my purple dress. They call it "le robe de drager," ie "the dress in which one gets continually picked-up by weird men." So tonight, this happened:
Maria: (walks in the door) Oh hi, nice outfit, but you should go change into le robe de drager, I want to see it!
Me: Why?
Maria: So I can buy one just like it, obviously!
Valerie: Yeah, go get it!
So I went and got the dress and showed it to them (on the hanger).
Maria: Ohhh, that's nice. But I think you should wear it for dinner!
Me: Why?
Valerie: Yes, do it!
Me: But it's cold!
Maria: Valerie, shut the window!
Valerie: (shuts the window) Now it's not cold!
Maria: Go put it on!
Me: But--
Valerie: GO!
So now I'm wearing le robe de drager, which is slightly pointless because I'm going to be with a bunch of people who are A) too old and B) not single.
I live
with
CRAZY PEOPLE.
And that is okay.
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2 comments:
Molly get used to it. Your whole family's nuts! Well... on mom's side!
Molly you can't wear that dress again unless you are with me or our dad!!!(lol)
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