Space cadet. airhead

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Genre: Humor

Word Count: 99

My offering this week is a little lighter than my usual bill of fare and is based on fact. Although I’ve taken some liberties with this one, the conversation did happen. Some things you just can’t make up. With special thanks to my dear friend and confidante, Jeannie.

NEBULIZZIE

My sister is my best friend, confidante, and hero.

Deserted by a waste-of-skin husband, she single-handedly raised three rational children and runs a successful business.

Yet, she seems to live in a world all her own. Maybe it’s oxygen deprivation. Mom says the doctor had trouble getting Liz to breathe at birth.

I’ll never forget one particular phone call.

“Gina! I’m mad as hell!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s my chicken salad.”

“Chicken jump out of the bowl?”

“Very funny, Smarty-pants. I opened the can and it’s tuna! The label clearly says ‘Chicken’—”

“Of the Sea?”

“How did you know?”