Friday, July 28, 2006
People staying at my house all week: 4
Number of hours on a plane yesterday: 8
Number of times we've discussed chickens: countless
I have been playing hostess all week to my Southern Indiana clan -- Sally, my stepmom, Laura, my stepsister, Jessie -- the 12-year-old, and Kyle, the 11-year-old.
There are bodies everywhere at night. If you didn't know better, it might look like a sinister scene.
Quote of the week, at Joy Yee's:
Jessie: I'm ordering this pineapple chicken. IT COMES IN A HOLLOWED OUT PINEAPPLE.
Sally: Don't get that, that's gross. No one wants to eat that.
Jessie: If I have the opportunity to eat out of a pineapple, I'm taking it.
Motherfucking hell yeah, is all I have to say to that. I love a kid with a sense of adventure.