tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126032.post110052894611730106..comments2023-04-05T01:35:25.303-07:00Comments on Fetal Positions III: my little fruit flyKittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213518393810493720noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126032.post-1100708338685205462004-11-17T08:18:00.000-08:002004-11-17T08:18:00.000-08:00hee hee hee. i laugh at this story's familiarity. ...hee hee hee. i laugh at this story's familiarity. people and their freakin chicken broth. when i'm president...Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15213518393810493720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126032.post-1100554901697721032004-11-15T13:41:00.000-08:002004-11-15T13:41:00.000-08:00This reminds me...
My boyfriend was a vegetarian ...This reminds me...<br /><br />My boyfriend was a vegetarian for 13 years (isn't currently though) and you'd think his family would have been used to the idea. But noooo. Last Christmas, he was called into a "secret" meeting in the hallway outside the kitchen, within sight of where I was sitting, and interrogated in hushed voices as to whether or not "she would notice if we used chicken broth in the stuffing." <br /><br />Someone said, "what's going on in there?" and my boyfriend said, "He wants to know if Tracy would notice if he used chicken broth, and I told him it was wrong to even ask that." I sat there as if no one even knew I was in the room, but proud at being defended like that. <br /><br />It was all so... melodramatic, and the fact that there was a container of mushroom broth sitting on the counter next to the chicken broth made it all the more ridiculous.<br /><br />tracy<br />http://durteemartini.blogs.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com