I was explaining to a friend the other day what, exactly, is so fantastic about Mrs. Piddlington. She's my sister and all, but anyone who has siblings can tell you that that's not a guarantee of adoration.
Anyway, here's why: Mrs. P is the only person I know who not only puts up with my particular brand of lunacy, but also thinks it's funny. On any given day, I'm liable to call her up and this conversation:
Mrs. Piddlington: Poops!
Me: Poops!
Mrs. Piddlington: What's up?
Me: I'm getting fat.
Mrs. Piddlington: No!
Me: Yes!
Mrs. Piddlington: I'm sure not. You looked great when I saw you.
Me: In March? Listen, can you just tell me: Do I sound fat?
Mrs. Piddlington: (Soothingly.) You sound very thin.
Me: Really?
Mrs. Piddlington: Too thin, maybe! Why don't you eat something.
Me: OK, one more thing.
Mrs. Piddlington: Mmm hmmm?
Me: Do you think it's possible that I'm totally riddled with tumors? Because I've been really tired lately.
Mrs: Piddlington: (Laughing.) I love you.
See that? Anyone else would have hung up! I love me some Mrs. P.
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You know, pregnancy can also cause extreme exhaustion. I hope you're being careful.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure you're not fat. Whatever happened to the new hottness? Or the dating fiesta? Where are the updates? Feel better
hahaha, i can so picture that conversation between you 2- only you crazy sisters could be like that!!!
ReplyDeleteClearly you need more cheese. Cheese cures tumors. As you well know.
ReplyDeleteOh! But I do love you! And it's so nice of you to be funny while you're being crazy.
ReplyDeleteI miss you!
I too love Mrs. P. What's not to love? She is always on your team and will think of the perfect thing tosay to take away the blues/blahs. She has the most adorable dog and husband (I think I put that in the wrong order.) She is fun and funny and good to look at. That last she gets from her big sister.
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