Overheard

On Friday afternoon we all took a walk to the cemetery.  (The cemetery is a great place for Amélie to run around, and besides…we kind of like cemeteries, as morbid as that may sound.)  As we were strolling among the tombstones, we had this conversation:
Amélie:  Do I know a little girl named Joy?
Me:  Yes.  You knew a little girl named Joy in your Sunday School class in Manhattan, I think.
Matt:  Joy would have been a nice name for a little girl.
Me:  Nah.  Too cheerful.
Matt:  Yeah, we should have named our kid Zoloft.

Maybe that’s not funny to anyone else, but it was funny to me.  It perhaps makes it less funny that neither of us is taking any mood-elevating drugs at the moment, but we are still of melancholic temperament.

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by frenchgirl on March 3, 2008 at 1:40 pm

    Ha! Love it.

    Reply

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