you remember ashley?
It really doesn’t. It is a different thing entirely. Look at the difference (I couldn’t even put it in color. It might be a little too frightening for you readers).
This white chaise lounge is where I sit while William rubs my feet, all the while remarking at how lovely my painted toenails look, and Lindsey brushes my long, flowing hair (like the Pantene commercials). Meanwhile, Nathaniel, who begged to cook dinner tonight, is making a delicious coq au vin recipe for dinner. The aromas of the chicken and butter stewing with the onions and mushrooms tickle your nose and sit on your tongue enticing you to come to dinner. The afternoon sun shines on my face as I read the latest best seller. Streaming softly through our surround sound is “Take Five” by Dave Brubeck. Jordan enters in his pressed linen shirt and says,
“May I get you some chilled San Pellegrino?”
“Why yes, Jordan! I’d love that,” I say.
“Lemon or lime slice to accompany?”
“Oh, how about lime this time!” I exclaim.
“Coming straightaway!” he says in his sudden perfect English accent.
Then Steve walks in the open door from work and says,
“Darling! Hello! And children, hello! We got our tax rebate today.”
“Oh, hello my dear! And how much was it for?” (Not like we need the money.)
“A million dollars! What a tax-man we have!”
We laugh heartily then hear Nathaniel call us sweetly in for dinner at the table.
Steve called me from work yesterday to tell me about a dream he had the night before.
See, we watch Oprah here at the Hunt house, and we saw the one about genealogy and how Brooke Shields discovered she’s basically part-princess.
So that got Steve-man thinking…
His dream went like this. He was walking in the mall (it was very specific) and his iPhone (we don’t even have iPhones, but for the sake of the dream, he did.) started ringing. He looked at it and it said, “You’re walking by your fourth cousin right now.” Meanwhile, someone near him had a ringing iPhone as well, saying the same thing. They look up at each other and are united in an embrace. Or something like that.
So, he plans on patenting “Family Finder” and having you submit your blood sample to iPhone – if you want this app of course… no mandatory blood drawings – and maybe a picture and then you’ll be notified every time you walk past someone you’re related to because your info is now in the phone.
Fancy that! My man’s always thinking!
Don’t steal his idea! It’s going to make him famous!