Secret Pop

Sep 24, 2003


My mom is visiting with me. I didn't feel like going out. So I made us ramen and added all sorts of goodies. Roast turkey. Enoki mushrooms. Fried egg. And then I spread out the condiments. I can hear my mom in the guest room bragging about them to her brother in Chinese. There were a lot of goodies. That much is true. I'm glad it was a nice dinner. I feel strangely empty. Even as I am full.

To be honest, I don't know if she's talking to my uncle. I just know she's speaking Chinese. Which makes the show-off factor considerably less. I understand a few words in Mandarin. No more than that.

Also, the new HP commercial that says, "Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor temporary loss of gravity, nor grumpy robots made of old washing machines, nor black holes that swallow the entire known universe will keep the U.S. Postal Service from its appointed rounds," makes me laugh.

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