Nov 23, 2006 11:24
I was opening a pomegranate when my older brother came downstairs.
brother: Is that your pomegranate or the family's?
me: Family's.
brother: Sweeet.
Two things to make this conversation bit happy: the fact I love pomegranates enough it'd be logical for me to hoarde them, and the fact that my brother loves them just as much.
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I found a booklet of additional pomegranate propaganda whilst cleaning yesterday. I shall send it to mom most sneakily as soon as I've devised a bend-proof envelope for Dad's liner notes.
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Hahaha. Well. I opened one with mom the other day. She thought I must have skipped steps, it being so easy.
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I would love for you to meet my family.
We could live a block apart - be neighbors growing up little by little.
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