As I’ve shared many times, my sisters and I are very close. As triplets, we’ve grown up together, doing everything together, and as we’ve gotten older, we’ve just gotten closer than ever before. Quite simply, we’re best friends.
As such, we have a zillion funny stories that only we ‘get’ and that we can quite possibly erupt into laughter over, half-laugh/half-talking and anyone that hasn’t experienced this eruption just stares, while those that have, just shake their heads and laugh knowingly that it’s ‘that’ kind of moment.
So, while sitting together over dinner with my sisters and my mom tonight (and my beautiful niece!), we had a few of those such conversations, thus spawning this post idea. Here are some of our random conversations…see if you can follow along (and insert random, riotous laughter throughout, with some guffawing and snorting for good measure).
Me: I love goat cheese, it’s sooo good. Have you had it, Jen?
Jen: *funny look on her face* you know, I don’t really like it.
Me: *puzzled look* (given we pretty much like all the same foods). Why?! It’s so good though!
Jen: *giggling* it sort of tastes like udder!
Me: *snort, giggling, guffawing* Udder?! WTF does udder TASTE like?! How would you know?
Jen: *similar snorting and guffawing* I dunno, it’s from a GOAT, I figure it would taste like the udder of a goat!
Cue continuous laughter to the point of tears. To this day, I just have to look at Jen and say “udder” and she starts cracking up in hysterics.
Just this evening, Jen had an interesting observation as we were eating Jess’ homemade chicken soup (YUM, btw):
Jess: Ohh hot! Soup is hot! Don’t you hate that? When the soup is so hot, it like, burns all the way down your throat.
Me: *giggling* Ha-ha, yea, and then you drink a bunch of water trying to ‘cold’ the hot scalding soup shooting down your esophogaus!
Jen: *giggling some more* Ha-ha-ha. But what ever make humans decide it’s okay to pour scalding fluid down your throat, yet when you pick something up hot with your hands, you immediately put it down and say ‘oh hot!’ Like coffee. You pick it up with a cardboard holder but then proceed to pour said hot liquid down your throat.”
Cue giggling and guffawing and lots of impressions of drinking hot liquids and it scalding your throat. Yes, we are 12 at heart.
ANY childhood ‘war stories’ that we opt to discuss at any given moment.
Such as the time Jess threw a jar of peanut butter at Jen’s head and Jen ducked and the window behind her shattered.
Who’s fault do you think that was? (ask either of them and they point at the other, of course)
Such as the time I was arguing with Jen and she went to kick me, which I blocked with my hand. She then broke my pinky bone with said kick.
Who’s fault do you think that was? (ask either of us and we point at the other, sheepishly)
The list goes on and on…and yeah ,these incidents? High school or later 😉
We had a great evening tonight, and it was just fun to spend some time together, talking, playing with an ever-sprouting Isabel and having dinner. Simply perfect way to spend an evening, complete with tea and chocolate chip cookies.
Even more perfect? My decision to head to M’s tonight spur of the moment…just so be able to sleep next to him, even though I saw him last night/this morning. Perfection.