Last summer I wrote a blog giving you some of the conversations you might hear if you were in the truck, on a trip with us Brannan sisters. You all found it highly amusing not realizing that this is seriously my life. After a short (or long) day trip with Adrian to the big city yesterday, I decided that for anthropological reasons, it would be best to record some of the things that were said. Feel free to laugh and comment at will. No, I am not making this stuff up. It just happens.
“I’m eating all your fries you leppy b*&ch.”
“How are you so funny? You’re like awkwardly hilarious.” “No, I’m just awkward. You think it’s funny because it’s not happening to you.”
“I went to do a show for a senator out here once and I drove around in a big circle for an hour and twenty minutes.” “You should just be glad it wasn’t two hours.”
“LKAJDFLKJSDLFJASLKDJFLKDJLKFJLASJLAS;DFLKJDKFJKDJFKAL!!!!!!!” translated as incoherent screaming.
“And then I put a winky face after.” “No! In texting that basically means I’m naked.”
“Why is he going so SLOWLY!!???!?” “Because he’s driving the speed limit you idiot. I know you don’t believe me, but you are not Ricky Bobby.”
“I don’t know, give me the gum. I can’t think until my breath is minty fresh.”
“You know the great thing about you is you have grand gift of silence.”
“I can sit over here for the better part of an hour and carry on 2 different conversations at the same time with no input from you.”
“What are you doing in June?” “I don’t know yet, I’ll get back to you a couple months.”
“It’s a good thing we don’t have a trailer on or we’d never make this turn at this speed.” Wheels squealing, “You’re driving a car. And we didn’t make the turn anyway.”
xo xo Liz