Last Sunday, after my day of excavations at Mom’s house, i was post-processing the event with my children, and my daughter’s boyfriend, Z. Standing outside the garage, chilly and overcast midwest midnight, smoking cigarettes while the dog tried his best to trip us all with his leash…
daisyfae: It’s so hard to see her hurt that we don’t want boxes and boxes of glassware. We don’t need it. She’s got so many “collectible” glasses from the 70’s – given away as gas station premiums. She’s even got a set of Apollo tumblers!
The Girl: Hey, those could be cool. Did you take them?
daisyfae: No. But i can look next week.
The Girl: Wow, that was from before you were born! I wasn’t even an egg then!
daisyfae: I was born then, in 1962. So i was just a kid. Your dad was older, and remembers it better…
The Girl: So I was at least a sperm.
daisyfae: Not really – The sperm that became you was “fresh” in 1986. Sperm kind of dies off and regenerates.
The Boy: It also could have been squirted out. Knuckle children.
daisyfae: [spit take]