it’s usually my mother with whom i have strange conversations.  (check me out!  i used “whom” correctly in a sentence!)  this afternoon, however, my sister played the role of the touched person in the conversation.  as i do on most days, i called her on my way home from work.  today the conversation turned to something a little bit more topical (but not like a topical cream, i don’t need that):

• me: did you hear Elizabeth Edwards died?
• sister: she did?  that’s terrible!  very sad!  i had no idea.
• me: yeah, they just released the news about 15 minutes ago.
• sister: ugh, awful.  what happened?
• me: well, apparently the cancer came back and the doctors told her there was nothing they could do.  they apparently had given her weeks to live, but i guess it took her faster than they thought.  very sad.
• sister:  terrible.  she was a good actress.
• me: what?
• sister:  i said she was a good actress.
• me:  what are you talking about?
• sister:  Katherine Hepburn was good actress.
• me:  not Katherine Hepburn!!  i said ELIZABETH EDWARDS!
• sister:  OH!!  oh, i totally thought you said Katherine Hepburn!  and wait, didn’t she die like 20 years ago?
• me:  uh, yeah, she died a long time ago.  way to listen!
• sister:  sorry!  i didn’t hear you!
• me:  fine, whatever.  anyway, in other news, i have two pimples.
• sister:  you do??
• me: yes, i sure do.  i’m very excited about it.
• sister:  when did you get those?
• me:  This morning.
• sister:  you know, they’re not allowed off leash.
• me:  what?
• sister:  yeah, they have to be on leash at all times.
• me:  no, i heard you, but i don’t know what you’re talking about.
• sister:  pit bulls are dangerous, they have to be on leash. you did say “pit bulls” didn’t you?
• me: uh, no, i said pimples.
• sister:  oh, i was wondering why you would get a pit bull!