Cotton, peas, your friends, your seat, your nose… There are a lot of things you can pick. Family isn’t one of them. Disclaimer: Life is crazy, people are crazier and my family… well they get the crazy award if there is one. This is a work of ‘true fiction’ inspired by family. The names have been changed to protect the guilty
Bea: Did you get anything nice for Christmas?
Me: I’m fine thank you. How are you?
Bea: I didn’t ask how you were doing. Did you have a good Christmas?
Me: Yes I did. Did you?
Bea: I got the same old junk I get every year. Why do people ask you what you want if they are not going to give it to you?
Me: Did everyone make it home this year?
Bea: I have house shoes stacked waist high in my closet and enough gels and lotions to open my own Bath & Body Works.
Me: Hey that’s an idea. Maybe you could open a little shop and call it Foot & Body or Bea’s Bath & Slippers.
Bea: Don’t be absurd!
Me: It was just a thought.
Bea: Well it was a tacky little thought and besides they make perfectly good gifts for friends and in-laws.
Me: By the way thank you for the foaming cranberry soap. I love the smell and-
Bea: How is your dog? Did you get the dog anything for Christmas?
Me: Which dog? I have three.
Bea: The Chihuahua! I am not concerned about the ones that live outside.
Me: The dogs are all fine and they each got a bone for Christmas. The kids are fine too.
Bea: A bone?! That’s not a decent gift.
Me: They were happy with it.
Bea: Who – the children or the dogs?
Bea: Well the dogs don’t know any better. You should get a cat. My Kitty would never settle for a lousy bone. Isn’t that right Kitty Kitty? Yes it is. You’re mommy’s wittle princess; her itty-bitty baby. Mommy wuvs her sweet Kitty Kitty yes she does.
Me: Did you ever consider naming her something other than Kitty Kitty?
Bea: That would be ridiculous. Her name has been Kitty Kitty for six years. Her won’t answer to anything else will you baby? No her won’t. She wuvs her name and she wuvs her mommy. She’s not like mommy’s other babies – no she’s not. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you a good girl?
Me: Should I let you go so you can talk to the cat?
Bea: Why don’t you get a cat? They are a lot smarter than dogs and they don’t stink.
Me: You know I am allergic to ninety percent of the domestic feline population.
Bea: Well you need a cat. Real writers have cats. Surely you could find one in the ten percent of the populace you are not allergic to. Have you ever tried?
Me: The other ten percent smell worse than dogs.
Bea: Malarkey! Cats do not stink.
Me: Dead cats do.
Bea: That was a cruel thing to say. She was just being facetious Kitty Kitty. She’s jealous, that what she is. Dog people are mean aren’t they? Yes they are. They are meannie weenies but mommy will protect her pretty Kitty oh yes she will. Do you want mommy to make her apologize? You do? Okay I’ll tell her –
Me: Put the cat on the phone.
Bea: Here she is.
Me: Kitty Kitty are you there?
Bea: She can hear you, go ahead.
Me: Did you ever watch a sitcom called Friends?
Bea: She has watched every single rerun at least once.
Me: Kitty Kitty do you know the song Phoebe sang?
Bea: ‘Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat what are they feeding you?’ We laugh at that every time we hear it.
Me: Well Kitty that song was written about your mother.
Bea: Don’t tell her that! Now you really need to apologize.
Me: Forgive me Smelly Jr. – I mean Kitty Kitty. I’m sorry you’re a cat – it’s not your fault.
Bea: Ignore her baby; she’s just a nasty ole dog hugger. So did you get a lot for Christmas?
Me: Are you talking to me?
Bea: Of course I am talking to you! Who else would I be talking to?
Me: I got everything I wanted.
Bea: That’s good. Listen dear, I’m already working on next year’s list and I have you down as a size 8/9 in house slippers. Do you have a color preference? I’m thinking red, blue or leopard print.
Me: The red or blue either one would be nice.
Bea: Hmm. I thought you would prefer the leopard print?
Me: I would but isn’t that what I gave you last Christmas?
Bea: Hello? Hello? The reception here is terrible. I haven’t heard a word you’ve said since your apology to Kitty. I’m sorry sweetie I’m going to hang up now – call me back in a day or two. Oh and Merry Christmas.
Me: Merry Christmas Bea.
11 thoughts on “Crazy Conversations (Christmas & Kitty)”
I think my family is a close second! Merry Christmas. I’m getting my couch cleaned for Christmas. Can’t regift that one!
Merry Christmas to you. Nothing says love like used furniture. 😉
That conversation would have me pulling my hair out – and hugging my dog. Merry Christmas, Janna, to you AND your dogs – in and out.
Lol. I have bald spots oh yes indeed I do. 😀 Thanks Gemma.
Love it! A have a big, crazy family too and I treasure every moment of it. After the holidays,I miss those fun, crazy moments which is in itself crazy right? Happy Holidays and a great New Year to you and your love ones.
Right! LOL. And ditto to you and yours. 🙂
I always love your “crazy conversations” with family. You should compile them all into a book. Hope you had a great Christmas!
Thank you Staci and I will keep that in mind. We did have a wonderful Christmas. I hope yours was a happy one as well.
I think I’m going to pee my pants.
LOL. Maybe I should put a panty liner suggestion at the heading?. 😉