Zarah was the one who started it. Why am I not surprised? We were in Concord, MA, in a rather stately courtyard with a large circle of stones in the middle, when Zarah perched herself on one of these and took the elegant pose of a fountain. Instantaneously this inspired Diane T. and me also, so much so that when I looked over at Diane I was rather horrified to see a little foam trickling around her lips. That sure wouldn't do for me! So instead I leaned out and added a more Grecian flare by shooting a graceful stream of spittle out from my mouth. This amused, and not to mention shocked, everyone. As I was doing it again for the sake of Meredith's camera, Andrea, who was on the other side of the circle, jumped back with a squeal.
Oops.
I must have spat a little farther than I meant to.
I was just apologizing when Zarah turned to me and said in an impressed, conspiratorially manner, "Hey not bad--that was like nine feet man, slap me five!"
Only Zarah could make me not feel bad for accidentally spitting someone like Andrea.
5 comments:
Another "I Love Zarah" post! Wow, is she loved or what!
I don't remember the spit story; it's pretty funny.
That's just gross. Disgusting! Eeewwww! I can't believe we're even related!!! ;)
Bwahaha! I'm afraid you're stuck with me whether you like it or not, Aaron!
And ah yes, this is not just another "I love Zarah" post (no pun intended;), but a "just another of the many funny things Zarah has done" story.:)
Yuck.
I'm sad I missed that part of girls week ;-)
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