Arf arf arf

Real-time in Abezistan

Me: answers doorbell

Man: Is your upper portion for rent?

Me: No, not at the moment, but it may be within two-three months.

Man: Oh, I heard it was going to be empty soon.

Me: It isn’t yet. (turning away from gate)

Man: Hey!

Me: Wha?

Man: (having a Eureka kinda moment) You’re not Pakistani, are you?


(the following are actual quotes from our nightly Scrabble Games. I’ve been collecting them on the score-sheets)

Mom, you know you’re just a trophy wife. –Aniraz

Arf arf arf, go eat dog barf. –Mom

The sanity train has left the station. –Aniraz

Dad, you are *such* a cheat. – Abez

Look, I made a seven-letter word, GGROCER. That’s a grocer with a stuttering problem, ha ha! -Dad

I almost made the mistake of putting the bag of chips next to mom, ha ha. -Abez

And I know, I know, this isn’t the bestest blog in the world, but man, first I ran out of DSL and now I’m out of brain power, and I have a list of emails a mile-high to reply to and this was the best I could come up with. Maybe tomorrow folks. Right now I’m gonna go crash.


Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, and 100% Muslim. She is also chronically ill and terminally awesome. She is the ever-lovin Momma of: - Khalid, a special little boy with autism - Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair -Musfira, an especially devious baby Spoiler, Abez is also Zeba Khan on

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