Two things. One, who voted ‘llama’ in my poll?? That wasn’t supposed to be a valid option! *lowers sunglasses from eyes and onto middle bridge of nose menacingly* Whodunnit? Why’ya’dunnit? Wha’was’ya’intention? D’ya’hav’sumthin’agai’st a good, so’id answer? What am I su’osed to inter’pt from this here ‘llama’ a’swer? C’n I p’lse stop pos’in in this ac’ent?
Two, this is what happened yesterday.
Sister and friend were sitting on the couch talking and texting. I was in the other room blogging and watching The Office.
They called me in. “Ohhhh, [Alooohaaa], come ‘ere real fast!”
I pause my show in the middle of a “that’s what she said” and walk in. The two of them are giggling on the couch.
“What?” I say. irritably, already missing my show. And my blog.
“Say anything,” my sister says.
I frown. “Anything?”
“Yeah. Just whatever comes off the top of your head.”
I can already tell this is going somewhere that I’m not going to like, but I comply. “I love llamas?”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth my sister and her friend start CRACKING UP.
I stare at them, as the friend literally falls off the couch laughing and my sister is pointing at me and just hysterically giggling.
“What?” I say pressingly. “What the heck? What–?”
My sister’s friend, from her position on the floor, finally manages (about forty seconds later) to collect herself enough to tell me, “[Your sister] bet me anything that if you said something off the top of your head, it would be something about doom or llamas.”
Am I really this predictable?