We were biking through the jungle on Phu Quoc, both silent and lost in our thoughts, when My suddenly spoke up.
"Great to be vampire here , huh?"
"ummm....wait- what did you just say??"
"Great to be a vampire here. You can go at night, hunting animal, drink their blood."
Weirdo. It was like i was talking to Nicole Linde for a minute there.
My also has a uniquely colorful way of expressing herself sometimes. Even if she doesn't know the right words to say, the story still goes on. One time she was trying to tell a story about an exotic dancer. She said, "you know the girl who dances in the tree?"
"umm...no." I must admit, I've never seen, heard of, or even thought about a girl dancing in a tree. Then i realized she was talking about pole dancing. The story went on from there, but I was was still stuck pondering the image of a girl dancing in a tree. I still don't recall the rest of the story.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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