Thursday, July 26, 2007

C.S. Post Roast

C.S. turns 30 today. Hooray!

In her honor, today's blogging will consist of potentially embarrassing and hopefully moderately humorous little tidbits about the busty best friend we all know and love.

1. C.S. once lived with a WASP. No, not a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant; an actual wasp. He made his way into her dorm room, and she didn't kill him or chase him out. They coexisted peacefully for almost a week. Yet, at the same time, she was terrified of these large, harmless, slow-flying bugs with triangular heads that neither of us had seen before or since, but proliferated on our college campus. She screamed for me when she saw one of them in her room.

2. C.S. has never barfed. And yet...this past spring, C.S. maxed out after holding Sage. She passed him to her mother approximately ten seconds before he barfed up an entire bottle. I was washing dishes at the sink, my back to them. I heard The Sound, and turned around in time only to see C.S.'s shocked mother completely coated in white, and C.S. doubled over with laughter.
3. Her teeth are enormous. Mine are small. We have often said that if one were to average our teeth, one would come up with some normal-sized chompers.
4. She puts on body spray by spritzing it into the air in front of her, then frantically waving her arms around.
5. She gets disgusted by people drinking milk with savory entrees.
6. She gets mad when people order the same thing as her, or as each other, in a restaurant.
It's for all these reasons, and many, many more, that I love her.
Happy birthday, C.S.!


Anonymous c.s. said...

thank you for the tribute, my dear arabella!

a note about my pet wasp: his name was walter, and he was crazy. the craziness i later discovered was due to a roller coaster sugar ride he got from a hidden piece of gum with wasp nibble marks that must've been his only source of survival.

2:17 PM  
Blogger mamatulip said...

Number five -- ME TOO. I just don't get it. It's such a...thick drink to have during a good meal. I can understand a glass at lunch with the ol' sammich, but a tall cold glass with your savoury entree is just plain weird.

10:59 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

I drink 1%. It's not thick. It's creamy! Did that gross you out Mama T and CS? *Evil laugh*

What a great tribute Arabella. Don't forget, tomorrow is Arabella Day!!

9:04 PM  

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