SUCK.

Oh hey blog! How are you?

...Neglecting you? no... I...

Listen it's not you. It's ME.

I'm just really into my career right now.

I just thought we could use a break.

I needed some space.

...still friends though, right??

Good. Okay, so... funny story. Last night at the dinner table, we were all enjoying some amazing homemade tomato soup with french bread. We were all drinking juice except mom. She had a tall glass of water, and a straw. I pointed this out, noting how strange it was to use a straw to drink water. She replied "I've been on a straw kick lately." Then Claire said "yeah, but for water?? That's like the only liquid you don't use a straw with."

I agreed, and said "Everything tastes better through a straw." as I drifted into a daydream where I sat on the shore of Dr. Pepper lake with a ten foot straw.... mmm...

I digress.

Then dad said "I disagree. I like the feeling of the liquid hitting my lips."

So I said, "The liquid still hits your lips when you use a straw. As you suck through the straw, you have a mouthful of liquid. As you pull the straw out, you have to close your lips behind it to keep from drooling down the front of you! Your lips still get wet."

There was a long pause, and we sat there thinking about it. Then Claire grabbed mom's glass and took a swig.

sidenote: Swig is a funny word.

She set the glass down and said "HAA!!" I shook my head and said "your lips are not dry!"

She disagreed, then tried a second attempt. This time she sucked a mouthful of water, gaped her mouth wide open, then tilted her head back like she was going to gargle it. Instead, she tried saying something, then painstakingly swallowed. She ended up breathing most of it in and ran to the bathroom.

Mom, dad and I all sat around the table shaking our heads and chuckling. We kept hearing short gasps from the bathroom and I yelled "STOP FAKING!!" After about thirty seconds, she finally choked out, "...I can't breathe..." and mom and dad bolted for the bathroom. I sat there finishing my roll with apple butter, and she staggered out. She wiped the tears from her eyes, clearing her throat and laughing a bit. I said "The pain of being wrong could have been a lot less than what you just put yourself through!"

Now I look back and have to laugh at the caliber of conversations we have in this household.