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: (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.