Can't forget this: I didn't create "Gordo n' the gang up— I take no credit, Just I, Anna, wrote this fanatic fiction you, reader, are about to read.
Such great heights
"Did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay True, it may seem like a stretch, but Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled Head when you're away when I am missing you to death" - postal service.
"Sprinklers automatically surface at the same time in afternoon, like it was some official time decided among the "neighborhood-ers". Affecting dishwashers everywhere after lunch, you can forget washing those" spaghetti-oh's" remains out till at least 4:30, and then water is back on its track. I know, this observation seems completely meaningless and dull, but you notice trivial things such as this during the drawn out summer.
During the stressful school year you're just anticipating the last day -- - and a few years ago, Rome.
That long distant trip seemed a more than a bit random if you'd ask me, but I had no complaints-just a few lingering questions is all. Those even plague me years later.
Breaking my chain of thought of foreign countries and cleaning appliances. The phone rang, in summer you realize who your friends are, the people who bother to get your phone numbers and actually call during the summer. My bets are either a former prez or a Japanese pop idol. I reached for the phone slower than anything, but seconds seem to expand into minutes in the humidity.
"Mushi Mushi" I said tentatively into the receiver. Just wanna to be hospitable to "Ayumi" "David is that you?" her light accent was stereotypical Jewish one. I'm really not sure if it's natural or a "show" at this point.
I rolled my eyes; I've gotten good at art of "eye rolls" by now, after hearing about trendy mini skirts, teen heartthrobs and razor burn form both my best gal-pals, Miranda and ah.. "Never mind" I mumbled Now hearing my mother's formal use of my name meant, she wants me to-
"Do the dishes, you know the drill, set the dishwasher"
I grumbled back into the receiver," Gottcha ma, but ah, what are we having' for supper tonight?" If she said fish I'd kill her. Just because were Jewish, it didn't mean 'Fish' the only authentic dish we could choke down.
"Just your favorite and don't say I never think of you, we having 'Gefilte Fish" My face when sour at the thought of 'gefilte fish' which in return made me wanna gag—the awaited dinner at the Gordon's tonight was going to be basically, Fish cake.
"Boy, ma, can't wait, you sure know how to spoil me, I best get to those dishes" and with that, before she could give me a mini lesson -"Judaism 101".
I hung up.