Overheard from dad on the phone because I'm nosy.

"A martini glass?... A martini glass to put mashed potatoes in?... but what will I put my martini in?... [skipping part here]...Oh, wine. Ok. And a martini glass to put mashed potatoes in."

I'm sick so I didn't go to school, instead I went to dad's trailer but now we're in town. My throat is sore and my nose is stuffy and I feel like God or something sucked all the energy out of me with a giant straw and like I'm thinking through treacle.

It hurts to laugh but I did anyway.