August 08, 2007

Sarah: The Gift of Siblings

A conversation in text messages with my brother Dave*:

D: Every time I hear the song The Way You Love Me by Faith Hill, I think of you.
S: Now that's just rude.
D: Hee. You know the first line of the song? "If I could grant you just one wish, I wish you could see the way you kiss." It's like your poem! About giving the world a gift!**
S: Hee. I hate you so much right now.
D: I always think she's going to say "If I could give you just one wish, I'd make it so you wouldn't biff."
S: Shut. Up.
D: How could you not think of that rhyme? About "I wish you could see the way you kiss"? Oh yeah, because it's RETARDED. Personally, I'd rather not biff than see myself kiss. Gross.
S: Hee. Finally, someone appreciates the quality of my gift. Took you long enough.
D: Hee hee. Someday, people will remember you for having the courage to dream of a world without biffing.

*Not to be confused with the Dave that has been frequenting our comments as of late. They're different Daves. I only clarify because there has been some confusion among readers.
**Backstory about my poem can be found here.

Posted by sarah at August 08, 2007 12:03 PM

I have to agree. Out of ANYTHING, she chooses seeing yourself kiss? Lame-o.

Posted by: lisa on August 8, 2007 12:16 PM

Right. Wouldn't you want to save your wishes for something that you couldn't already do in five minutes with a video camera?

Posted by: Dave on August 8, 2007 01:29 PM

Oh thank heavens! I just stopped biffing for good. Thanks Sarah

Posted by: Jeremy on August 8, 2007 02:05 PM
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