We just wrapped up a delightful weekend visit with my friend Nissa and her adorable 3-year-old daughter MK. By delightful I mean frickin’ hilarious.
The laughs started on the drive home from the airport when Bo and MK began gabbing to each other in the back of the minivan like old men in a coffee shop, despite having just met (they actually met once when they were about three months old, but that doesn’t count now, does it?).
A snotty substance spewed from my nose on several occasions throughout the weekend, thankfully never when I was getting my drink on.
Nis and I went to college together in Oregon. We haven’t seen each other in at least a couple of years, but we share an unhealthy addiction to the Internet so we keep tabs with one another via e-mail and lately this blog. Still, it was so good to see her in person, to laugh about old times and make some new memories with our goofaloof girls. Plus, for a while there Bo only wanted Nissa to take her to the potty, so I enjoyed a mini vacation from germy public toilet seats and the need to yell "no, no, no" when my daughter opens the maxi-pad depository.
Here are some highlights from the Weekend O’ Giggles:
1. This excerpt is from a conversation about mornings with children.
Nissa: What time do you guys normally get up?
Megan: Early.
N: How early?
M: Bo gets up at 5, usually.
N: Oh, geez. What do you do?
M: Well, Cronkite (the dog) growls at her. Then, she comes into our bed and we try to get her to sleep again. But Jay and I are early birds anyway.
N: What time do you two get up?
M: Jay’s usually up at 5. I like 6.
N: You like sex?
M: No! I mean yes! But I said 6, not “sex.”
2. MK comes into Bo’s bedroom wearing her new swimsuit.
MK to Bo: Is this a good color on me?
3. Nissa tells Megan and J a funny story about our friend Staci in Portland. Staci is out to dinner with a friend. A man and a woman sit at the table in front of her.
The man gets up, presumably to go use the bathroom. As he returns, walking straight toward Staci, his dingle berries are hanging out of his fly. Not the twig. Just the berries. It is unknown whether it was an intentional flashing of the fruit or an unintentional—and I would assume painful—mishap. Things like this only happen to Staci.
4. Without realizing it, we spent the weekend trying to pawn our kids off on people who thought they were cute:
At Taco del Mar, we told a man he could get one free kid with every taco.
At Luna, we told a server who wanted to take them home with her that we wouldn’t even charge her.
And then there was the drive home from downtown when they began meowing like cats—loudly, repeatedly—from the back seat.
Nissa turned to Megan and said, “Should we drop them off at the nearest no-kill shelter? Nice people will come and feed them.”
5. This one might have been a “had to be there” situation:
We approach a ticket lady at Spokane’s carousel. A very grumpy ticket lady.
Her grumpiness is so obvious, Megan can’t help but ask:
“Having a bad day?”
We only wish Megan had said, “Having a bad day … (pause as Megan blatantly searches for and reads the woman’s name badge), Roberta?”
6. Nissa reads MK a book in bed before naptime.
Nissa: I could just fall asleep with you right here.
MK: Could you stay dry?
7. Megan is making breakfast on the last morning of the visit. She tells MK what a fun time we’ve had together and how she hopes MK will come back to Spokane sometime soon.
Megan: Would you like that?
MK: Yes. But I have to ask my mom because she’s the boss of me.
We took notes all weekend long so those conversations could come to you as accurately as possible.
Thanks for trekking all the way to Spokaloo to see us, Nis and MK. We love you two.
In the photos below, MK is taller than Bo and has curly hair. Bo is in the tap shoes and is eating the blue cupcake. Nis is seen briefly helping MK into a doggie costume at Mobius, our children's museum. I, fortunately, am behind the camera. Always.
Check out the last two photos of MK in the Barbara Streisand-esque dressing room at Mobius. Wouldn't it be fun to replicate that in a playroom at home? Seems like it would just require a string of Christmas lights, a full-length mirror hung horizontally, a table, a stool and one sassy diva with a closetful of costumes.
Love it! Good thing that we took notes... : ) xoxo
Posted by: Nis | August 05, 2008 at 09:58 AM
Thanks for the pattern numbers. Some of these definitely have potential. I've been looking all over for a kimono-style wrap dress pattern!
Posted by: Carolyn L. | August 05, 2008 at 01:42 PM
You betchya, Carolyn. Again, I can't speak from experience with them, but they looked like they had potential.
Nis, I think I remembered one more funny conversation. When we were distributing napkins for dinner one night--and by napkins I mean red and blue bandanas, which is what we use as napkins--didn't you ask MK whether she wanted to be a Blood or a Crip?
Posted by: Megan | August 05, 2008 at 04:52 PM
Yes I did! I forgot about that. : )
Posted by: Nis | August 05, 2008 at 09:10 PM
Fun! And so funny. I'm really sorry I missed you guys. Don't scratch me from the list okay? Next time I'll move mountains.
Posted by: anymommy | August 06, 2008 at 05:54 PM
No worries, Stacey! We would have loved to see you, but we'll catch you next time.
Posted by: Megan | August 06, 2008 at 05:58 PM
Um, I just searched this one out because I knew that hilarity had ensued and you were smart enough to write it down. I was laughing out loud at some of that stuff... "no kill animal shelter" and "can you stay dry?" are funny to this day. Didn't we have to decide if we were a Crip or a Blood at dinner, too? :) I LOVE YOU, MIMI!!!
Posted by: Nis | April 22, 2010 at 11:30 PM