My sister is infamous for having what we have labeled "Duh-manda" moments. I don't want to go as far as saying she is a "classic blonde" but she really does have her moments. When she was 16 we pulled the age-old trick of convincing her that you only needed to stop at stop signs that didn't have white border around the edge. Needless to say we had to quickly admit our "fib" after we breezed through two neighborhood stop signs and the fear of death approached. Last winter, my sister's roommate Nicole got up early and shoveled the path out the front door to the sidewalk. When Amanda left the house that day, she thought that "the wind had blown it for her." A 2 foot clearing of snow, directly over her sidewalk, yes, I'm serious. When we were recently at a haunted house I brought up how mad I was at my friend Laura for forcing me to watch a trailer for Human Centipede (if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't look it up). After describing briefly the plot of a man kid-napping people and sewing them together with no anesthetic my sister looked at me with fear in her eyes and replied "That's leagal???". Not exactly, Duh, not exactly.
Now, some days my sister does have some pretty brainy ideas. One of my favorite stories of Amanda's ingenuity was the time she was pulling up to the female parking attendant and after the woman verified that yes, they do take credit card, Amanda went out on a limb to ask if, perhaps, she also accepted smiles. Followed by my sister saying to the woman while flashing her flirty brown eyes..."Because I've got a good one!"
I really think someone should start recording my family's sunday dinners. Between my sister and my Grandma Betty who frequently refers to herself as "Puddin' tame" and if you ask her again "she'll tell you the same" it can be quite a comic affair. Well, as we were re-capping the past week and more specifically the wedding that Amanda, my Dad and I had gone to on Saturday the conversation turned to this unique man we met at the reception. To make a long story short, he made a 1hour 40minute Indie film. To make a long story even shorter, Amanda used "Indie film" and "Independent film" in the same sentence yet didn't quite grasp the fact that "indie" might possibly a shortened version of the word "independent". After having a brief laugh at her expense (ok, not that brief) I finally had to chim in.
I too, had never ever made the connection that "Indie film" was short for "independent film." Moron, I know!! I will accept the Duh-Lizzie title for the day.
More Duh-manda stories to come.