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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Mysterious Sounds
Driving in the car, the family all of a sudden hears a strange buzzing noise. Dad is driving. Klez-Mom rides beside him. Dad begins fiddling with the A/C, turning it off to see if that's where the noise is originating from.
The noise continues.
Klez-Mom, in classic Klez-Mom style, starts to get frantically anxious,
"What IS that noise? What is it?! What should we do?"
Still grabbing around at buttons and knobs on the dashboard, Klez-Mom frantically searches for the source. Finally, she looks down into her lap at her purse, opens it up, and pulls something out.
"Oh, it's just my electric toothbrush".
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| Photo by Rene Ehrhardt via Flickr (CC) |
Klez-Mom, in classic Klez-Mom style, starts to get frantically anxious,
"What IS that noise? What is it?! What should we do?"
Still grabbing around at buttons and knobs on the dashboard, Klez-Mom frantically searches for the source. Finally, she looks down into her lap at her purse, opens it up, and pulls something out.
"Oh, it's just my electric toothbrush".
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Countdown Continues...
I swear, my dang camera is due to arrive any day now.
But in more important news, Klez-Mom is going to Klez CAMP!
She's been waiting for this day since she was 12.
I might have to slip her the camera to catch some live action footage.
More to come!
But in more important news, Klez-Mom is going to Klez CAMP!
She's been waiting for this day since she was 12.
I might have to slip her the camera to catch some live action footage.
More to come!
Life is like a piece of plastic
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| Photo by Senor Codo via Flickr (CC) |
A homeless man approaches from behind us,
"Can you spare some change for a bus ticket?"
In chorus,
"No, sorry, got no change."
Homeless man walks away.
Klez-Mom waits a few seconds.
"What'd he ask for? A piece of plastic?"
Monday, August 9, 2010
Wired Up
Klez-Mom sits in front of dad's laptop, which she just removed from the laptop case.
She looks at me, sitting with my laptop, which is plugged into a power cord.
Confused, Klez-Mom looks at me a minute longer. She looks back at dad's laptop. Then back at me.
"Hey...why aren't I wired up?"
My eyeballs roll into the back of my head.
Klez-Mom,
"It won't work unless it's wired up, right? I mean, you're wired up, why aren't I?"
She looks at me, sitting with my laptop, which is plugged into a power cord.
Confused, Klez-Mom looks at me a minute longer. She looks back at dad's laptop. Then back at me.
"Hey...why aren't I wired up?"
My eyeballs roll into the back of my head.
Klez-Mom,
"It won't work unless it's wired up, right? I mean, you're wired up, why aren't I?"
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Guest Blog: For Rent
Arriving to lunch at a restaurant, the family parks the car in front of a vacant store. The store window holds a rental sign in the window, with the name and contact information for the realtor, 'Linda Kirstein'.
Klez-Mom takes note of the sign. With a pained look of confusion,
"Linda Kirkstein? What the hell is that?!"
Klez-Mom pauses and carefully re-reads the sign. With a gasp of relief,
"Oh, Linda Kirstein."
Yes, now it all makes sense.
Credit: Brother
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| Photo by turkeychik via Flickr (CC) |
Klez-Mom takes note of the sign. With a pained look of confusion,
"Linda Kirkstein? What the hell is that?!"
Klez-Mom pauses and carefully re-reads the sign. With a gasp of relief,
"Oh, Linda Kirstein."
Yes, now it all makes sense.
Credit: Brother
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