Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Thursday, October 19, 2006
From Our Adopted Genius Child In The Philippines
While other people adopt infants (see: Madonna; Malawi), we decided to adopt an older child. One in her twenties. One who already showed incredible intellect and talent. Why adopt a helpless infant, when you can adopt a potty-trained foreign child who has a larger vocabulary than yourself, and who is close to an age where she can support you in your senior years? Like within the next five years. Also, adopting a child who already has a mother is significantly easier on the bank account than a child who needs things, like food ‘n shelter ‘n stuff. Then again, if we were raising her here, no one would’ve stolen the neighborhood phone cables and we wouldn’t have had trouble reaching her for weeks while the phone company hooked up the neighborhood service (and DSL - ack, she had no internet at home, tragic!)...and switched all the houses, so they were getting each other’s phone calls. I think that should be a fairly simple color-coded thing. In the US, we’re not very good at electing qualified politicians these days, but we have so mastered our colors.
Anyway, this was our latest email from Celine, our wonderchild:
From: Celine
Date: 10/18/06 10:27:26
To: Leigh-Ann (& Nancy)
Subject: phone
Hello Dearest Oddmother,
My real phone number is back, but I’m seriously thinking of switching
phone companies soon. Will let you know when I get that sorted out.
Also, I am the real Leanne Domi.
With Love,
Leanne Domi
I don’t know why we didn’t think to ask her in the first place. An oversight on our part, clearly.
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I’m still flummoxed. Was she the fake Leanne for all that time? Why? Of is she just goofing on you now?
Nancy on 10/20 at 10:10 AM -
No, Celine is Celine, and only Celine. And, she lives in the Philippines. Leanne (real or not), is in Canada. But, I’ll bet you’re still flummoxed. I am. Also, I had the weirdest dreams this morning (we went to bed at 4am) involving Barbra Streisand, Leanne (who was using the name Shirleen), a mean mortgage broker, a bunch of little dogs, and a job interview. I woke up at 9, in the middle of the job interview. At first I thought I’d remember it all, then I remembered that Helly liked dreams, I think, so I got up and wrote it down. Good thing, because I wasn’t even remembering the “Shirleen” part. Then I went back to sleep and had a dream about being on a reality show (like Big Brother, ick!) with Geena Davis. I swear I went to bed drug-free.
Flippy on 10/20 at 01:10 PM
