"ed hardy wine: it probably tastes like douche bag"

some lines from my conversation with jules last night:

{background: she recently met a british guy who she's become friendly with, but can't read him, and she wants advice.}

julie: "yeah, i really don't understand him.  a friend i work with tells me there's such a big cultural difference and it only gets worse when they get older.  not sure what the hell that means?  does that mean they don't text or call for a week when they're busy??"

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julie: "i just got to the grocery store and get this, they have ed hardy wine.  it probably tastes like douche bag."

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me: "so have you decided what you're doing for thanksgiving?  you can def come over.  my dad's in germany for work (swiss don't celebrate thanksgiving, obvs), so it'll be me, my mom, my little brother and sister, my grandparents, and four of my cousins.  let me know."

julie: "yeah, that sounds good.  we may stop by.  we have some family from mexico coming in for the sole purpose of going shopping. weird, i know."

me: "is your grandma coming?"

julie: "no, she's convinced she's dying.  she's in perfect health, but everytime i talk to her and ask her how she's doing, she tells me she's going to die tomorrow.  when i ask her why she thinks that, she tells me she's been drooling a little bit, so she knows she's going to die soon.  i told her that's just what old people do - they drool."

me: "really?  why?"

julie: "i don't know, i guess because all of the wrinkles??"

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i love my friends.

happy happy thanksgiving!!!