solitude aka attitude

meg:  do you missssss me?

john:  no. i like to be by myself; i like solitude 

meg:  are you saying i am not peaceful?!

john:  yes. you can come over if you don't say anything. 

meg:  that's easy, i can do that. 

john: no.

so cute

my father and i for thanksgiving:

her face!

the relationship with my mother accurately summed up in one photo:

nope

margy:  i need the recipe for lentil soup 

meg:  lentil soup? that's gross

john:  she eats that stuff for about 2 weeks

meg:  disgusting. how do you survive ?

john:  well i don't eat it

meg:  do you need your daughter to come take care of yooooooooou?

john:  nope. nope. nope. 

john:  nope. no. 

meg: jesus, john! could you say "nope" any more times??

john:  nope. 

halloween

meg:  how do i look?

margy:  you look fine. it's halloween.

meg:  halloween is next week, mom!

margy:  hmmmmm.

quiet time

meg:  I saw this really cute video of elephants--

margy: (interrupts me) this living room is a place of silent reflection

meg:  i hate you

margy: i hate you, too 

2 mins later

margy:  what were you saying?

meg:  this is a place of silent reflection

margy:  fuck you

margy:  what were you saying? we can talk now

john:  margy, let her be! this is nice

meg:  JOHN!

raisins

meg:  i have to pee

margy:  did dad offer you one of those raisins?

meg:  he did, but i have to pee so i can't put anything in my body until i expel the urine

margy:  get off my fucking couch

okay

john is watching an italian tv show he loves..

meg:  john! mom abandoned me in the living room!

john:  (no response)

meg:  i'm going to have a banana with peanut butter

john:  (no response)

meg:  i shit my pants. 

john:  okay. 

meg:  ....!

margo

meg:  why didn't you ever go by "margo?"

margy:  i went to high school with a girl named margo and didn't like her. 

meg:  well that was roughly 50 years ago so we can get over that. 

margy: roughly. 

few hours later...

meg: I think i'm going to call you margo from now on

margy:  meg, fuck off 

tomatoes

john:  i'm making BLTs for lunch. you want one?

meg:  no, thanks. we are going to brunch. 

(john starts to walk away)

meg:  but save me some of that homegrown tomato! 

john:  well...i'm not saving the good ones.