What It’s Like Talking to Me #2
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What It’s Like Talking to Me #2

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Recently, I posted an old conversation between me and my husband–one that came from a January 2008 email.  The following, involving me, my husband Paul, and my stepson Zach, comes from a December 2008 email.

2008 was not the Year of Clarity.

 

EMAIL TEXT:

 

Paul, Zach and I were watching TV.  Something fight- or weapon-related must’ve come up.

Zach, to anyone listening: Where are our nunchuks?

 

Kari to Paul: Why do we even have nunchuks?  What are you doing with nunchuks?

Paul:  *I* don’t have nunchuks.

 

Kari: Well, fine.  They “used” to be “yours” and now they’re “ours”.  Why do “we” have nunchuks?

 

Paul: *I* do NOT HAVE NUNCHUKS.  *I* never HAD nunchuks.

Kari: Then WHERE DID WE GET NUNCHUKS?

Paul: THEY ARE YOURS.

Kari: WHERE WOULD I GET NUNCHUKS?

Paul: Didn’t someone give them to you?

 

Kari pauses

Kari: Oh, yeah…Poppop gave them to us.

 

 

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Kari Martindale

Kari Martindale likes words, so she uses them a lot. Kari sits on the Board of Maryland Writers' Association and is involved with various nonprofits. She writes spoken word poetry, children's books, and other stuff, like whatever blog post you just read. Kari has visited over 35 countries and all 50 States, and is always planning her next road trip. She likes her family a lot; they tolerate her just fine.
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