my dad calls aaron that. it's meant to be ironic. the kid moves so slowly, you'd swear sometimes he was going backwards. he can take hours to finish a meal. every night, i have to sit there and remind him to chew, to take the next bite. so it's no wonder that in the mornings, we have the school bus out front with the angry driver laying on the horn and me inside roaring, 'MOOOOOOVE!' even then, aaron's all, 'lalalalaaaa.'
so yesterday, i go upstairs at 6 and flip on their light, only for aaron to stumble out of bed fully dressed wearing socks and shoes. 'a present for you hannah,' he said trundling by me to the door. 'i got dressed last night so i wouldn't be late.'
also, WHOOOOO!!! check it out! a mamie reading/interview!!! it's priceless. piano fade-ins, sincerity... you don't want to miss it.
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The woman introducing Mamie sounds like she's on the verge of laughter. I mean, she should be, but come on, hide a little better than that.
Coda.
we've got a great show for you listeners today. alec baldwin will be visiting us and there's bound to be a heated discussion about wild mushrooms and risotto.
oh, i feel much better -- a mamie poem. wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
also: i remember that poem from mike white's class. i was in love with it. i was in love, at least, with my theory of it. actually, no, i was in love with it -- thus, you're wrong. (when did mike white ever say anything was horrible? oh, never.)
back to listening to mamie's metaphors, which are brilliant.
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