NaBloPoMo Day Seventeen:
Family Dynamics: From the Fly on the Wall, Episode 2

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Laura is getting ready for school.

Mom [calling from her bedroom into Laura’s bedroom down the hall]: “Laura, we need to leave in a few minutes. Are you brushing your teeth?”

Laura: “Yes. Can’t you hear me taking the cap off of my toothpaste?”

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Adam and Cheri are shopping at Whole Foods. Cheri’s cell phone rings.

Cheri [looks at caller ID and answers]: “Hey, Kristen.”

Adam [holding the grocery list]: “Did Kristen forget to put something on the list?”

Cheri: “Yes, she wants you to get a bottle of surface cleaner, like Method, or anything that doesn’t have . . .”

Adam [interrupts]: “I know. I know. She wants organic, free-range, sustainably farmed surface cleaner. I’m on it.”

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Courtney and Cheri are chatting. Cheri is asking if Courtney has read Cheri’s Slow Cook Thursday at Derfwad Manor, in which she describes her infatuation with a certain bass player at her church (a bass player who dresses in black, has a shaved head, and may or may not have a pierced ear).

Cheri: “Did you read my Slow Cook Thursday?”

Courtney: “Yes. And, Mom, I’m not calling the bass player ‘Dad.'”

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Cheri is talking to Courtney last week and the call drops. Laura is sitting nearby.

Cheri [calls Courtney back]: “Sorry about the dropped call. It happens all the time. AT&T totally blows, but my iPhone is worth every bit of trouble AT&T dishes out. So every time calls drop, I just call back. I love my iPhone boyfriend and I will never ever break up with it no matter how much I dislike AT&T’s service.”

Laura: “Mom, I’m not calling the iPhone ‘Dad.'”

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For new readers, if you liked this episode, check out the series premiere: Family Dynamics: From the Fly on the Wall

 

Readers, what has the fly on the wall
heard at your house lately?

19 comments on “Family Dynamics: From the Fly on the Wall, Episode 2”

  1. My iPhone is dead.

    Well, maybe not dead.

    More like, in a fitful rest. A coma really.

    Seriously.

    Blank white screen.

    Seriously.

    But yeah, I totally love it anyways. I’ll pretend to play with it until some “genius” can fix it.

    Seriously.

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