picking (not choosing)

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  1. Miriam says:

    I love how you start off a post stating that you have nothing to write…and then you write a novel!

    I’m the picked-on family member. Everyone else picks on me. I’m an easy target.

    http://lspoon.wordpress.com

  2. Michelle and the City says:

    i’m always picked on. hmph.

    remind me not to get on your bad side. but i have feeling that if i was on your good side i’d get picked on just as much.

  3. Peter says:

    miriam: It is kinda long, eh? (That’s what she said.) 29 days in and I am still able to spin some crap. Yay!

    michelle: Ha! My good side is CONSIDERABLY smaller.

  4. molly says:

    I used to get picked on more, but now my sister does. Mwhahahaha.

  5. Princess of the Universe says:

    Tiny spider eggs? Ew.

  6. Peter says:

    princess of the universe: Hee hee hee

    molly: I think it is like in prison. You gotta smack down the biggest picker and then they move on to someone else. Or you have to sell yourself for a pack of smokes. Something.

  7. Clink says:

    Oh I am so the picked on one because they all think I’m kind of flighty and not at all street smart and look how gullible Clink is! She actually believed that tiny worms make the holes in swiss cheese!

    I didn’t eat swiss cheese for three years. Damn them.

  8. Peter says:

    clink: Awwwwww. Tee hee hee. Awwwwwwwwwww.

  9. Jenny says:

    I am definitely more the goof than the goofed. I had my brother convinced that an old motel with one of the lights blinking out front was a stop on the Underground Railroad, and the blinking light was a signal that it was safe to stay there. He believed me, despite the fact that a) the motel was MAYBE 20 years old; and b) it was in San Diego. California. Pretty sure the Underground Railroad didn’t have many stops out here.

    Anyway, cheers to the foolish and fooled alike!

  10. Susie says:

    My family’s the same way. Mainly my dad. And it comes in the form of lame joke-like stories. And then we sit there trying to figure out if they actually happened or he’s totally making them up.

    When telling us about his trip to the grocery store for Thanksgiving dinner, he said “when I was checking out, the bagger asked me if I wanted paper or plastic…and I told him I didn’t care, he could choose. He looked at me and said, ‘baggers can’t be choosers.'”

    Ummm right, Dad. I know this didn’t actually happen because it was only the 8329 time I’ve heard this story. But my neighbors believed him and thought it was great. He loves when he gets a new audience.

  11. Peter says:

    jenny: Like all great things in life, the Underground Railroad ended up in Canada.

    susie: Ha! Only a dad could get away with that story, eh? In my family, it would likely involve more swearing.

  12. mindy says:

    I’ve heard about tiny spider eggs being embedded in someone’s skin. I thought that was an urban legend? In the US anyway…I bet that shit happens in Canada all the time, huh?

  13. Wendy says:

    I’m the one that picks on people – I can’t help it, it’s sooo much fun!

  14. Airam says:

    I won’t torment you for using text messages as a post.

  15. sybil law says:

    Tiny spider eggs made me laugh. Out loud. LOL.
    You just made me type LOL. I may not forgive you!

  16. Tia says:

    ahh tiny spider eggs!!

    thank you, MY completely-unrelated-to-story-and-in-fact-in-another-country eye is now twitching.

    bleergh.

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