say what you must! don't leave it there!

[timeripple]

Oh, and my mother called yesterday (highly embroidered. This is not a photorealistic representation, as it were, of what was actually said. This is a realistic representation of how I feel about it).

Mom: Hurry up and send that snail-mail, so that you can get this internship thing settled, because your aunt will be expecting you to house-sit while we’re on our two-week cruise in the Mediterranean.

Me: I- idda- wabba- nnghh... I should have known there was an ulterior motive for this “O my publisher, I have a fantastically talented niece who would love to intern at your company and be your slave” thing.

Mom: So make sure you mention that you’re the fantastically talented niece, because she’s going to need somebody to take care of her pets while we’re swanning around the Greek islands. Seeing all kinds of Things of Historical Interest. Picturesque Aegean islands. Picturesque Mediterranean youths with gleaming skin and liquid eyes. Pretty boats.

Me: I hate you. So very much. Right now.

Mom: Blue water. Really Old Stuff.

Me: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

Mom: What was that, dear? You know, I’m really looking forward to this cruise, especially after your aunt and I went to the palace site at Knossos three years ago, after your spring break was over and you'd gone back to freezing Boston to write your nautical archaeology paper...

Me: This would never have happened if I’d gone into biology.

Comments

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

There's always a catch. ;)

Picturesque Mediterranean youths with gleaming skin and liquid eyes.

I always knew that somewhere deep inside you were really shallow. *grins like crazy*

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Shallow like a kiddie pool. ;P

[cadragongirl.livejournal.com]

liquid eyes, hmmm? how does one accomplish that, may i ask, seeing as i really can't picture what you mean by that.
& yeah, i feel your pain. i'd love to go to greece. all that art & those historic places. *drools*

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

It's just one of those things people say, you know? *shrug*

[satakieli.livejournal.com]

hm. I accompanied some of my coworkers to Grindhouse last weekend, and after an hour of zombie excesses, I find I can quite easily imagine liquid eyes of the literal sort. Ew.

Er. Sorry to bring that up and distract from the limpid and soulful eyes of the fantasy.

Then again, zombie Mediterranean youths might be a good argument in favor of the publishing internship/housesitting gig. :-)

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll try to keep that in mind. ;)