I love re-reading posts about my family. While blogging is generally considered an aggressive waste of time by scientists and bosses, I consider myself a mentally defective historian. FOR EXAMPLE:
From December of 2005:
here is an example of a phone call I heard this morning while I was standing in the kitchen.
telemarketer: hello, may I speak to the man of the house?
my mom: no. there is no man of the house.
telemarketer: is this the lady of the house then?
my mom: there is no lady of the house because we’re all hermaphrodites.
me: mom… did you just tell someone on the phone you were a hermaphrodite?
my mom: no…well yes. But it was a telemarketer.
me: so yes.
my mom: yes.