This was my favorite part of my trip to Sacramento, and I hesitated to write it because I do try
not to write anything that will offend the audience (ie: my friends and
family) but this was just too funny.
I was having really bad stomach cramps the whole trip. I'm highly
inclined to believe this was due to stress, but everyone had a theory.
At dinner, my aunt Lianne told me it was probably dairy. As soon as she
said it my cousin Jon and his girlfriend Alia either looked away or
snickered quietly. I asked them about it later. "She thinks everything
is because of dairy." Jon told me. Alia agreed, adding, "I had a rash on
my leg once and she thought it was dairy. I cut out dairy for two weeks
only to find it was a bacterial rash. Or when Jon had hay fever-" "She
said that was dairy too."
It became a running joke through the trip. Low sex drive? Probably dairy. Cancer if you've smoked all your life? Probably dairy.
The best one though was on our last night. My sisters baby kept fussing
through dinner. I looked over to Jon and Alia and with a straight face
said, "It's probably all the dairy in his diet." We all three burst out
laughing to my sisters indignation. "He doesn't have any dairy! I'm not a
cow!" We stared at her and I said, "Any milk product is dairy... It's
still dairy if it's goat milk, and it's still dairy if it's human milk."
The table got thoughtful and finally she agreed that it was likely all
the dairy in his diet, that she'd have to cut it out if she wanted him
to stop fussing.

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