So we couldn’t find my grandma this morning. Yeh. Apparently she wandered off into the sandstorm, and since she doesn’t believe in the use of cell phones as a tracking device, we kept calling up everybody directly related and indirectly attached to locate her. As a chilling exercise, I passed the time by pondering the sarcastic use of the phrase ‘we lost your Grandma’. We found her 3 hours later shopping for Christmas. Let me make this crystal clear for you in case you’re slow: My Grandmother willingly walked out of the door into a sandstorm, giving up the warmth of a nice sweater and a cup of tea in a weather as inhumanely menayyel as this to get me a Christmas present. Oh would you just fucking kill me now?
El sana deeeh lazem te-fucking-te5las 3la fekra.
4 comments:
she's amazing :)
She scared the living caboodles out of us!
1) It was not a sandstorm 3alafekra. It was a freaking typhoon/hurricane/ice storm. (Sorry, my school is in the middle of the desert and it's coooold and I haven't recovered yet.)
2) First couple of sentences which appeared in the google reader thing = scared the living daylights out of me. Thank you very much.
3) Wait till you see my present! (Providing I can finish it in time)
4) Last sentence = hahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *runs out of breath*
1. It was a hell storm.
2. Yeah, you're not the only one. Kan youm gameel.
3. What present. No presents. It's just another day, no biggie. Don't.
4. -.-
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