I always threaten Leezet to play piano at my daughter’s weddings.

Also, I learned a lot from this instagram chat. It was great!

↓ Transcript
Panel 1 [Chatting on instagram] -
Leezet: Zoe! Tell us more about your boyfriend!

Panel 2 -
Leezet: Pictures? Is he nice to you? What is he taking in school? How old is he? How did you meet? Why is he white and plays hockey??? Let's make this clear: I'm not playing piano at your wedding.

Panel 3 -
Zoe: He's nice to me.
He's in Eng.
He's 19.
He lives on my floor.
Leezet: Why did I ask Errol? He's useless.

Panel 4 -
Zoe: He's white because his parents are white and that's how genetics work. I thought you were a doctor.
Leezet: Shut up.


6 comments

  1. How are you threatening Leezet? I have a hard time believing that she would let you blackmail her.

    E: If you don’t play piano at my daughter’s weeding, I’m going to tell everyone about the time you [insert detail that most people not named Errol would find blackmail-worthy].
    L: *sigh*

    Next day on Facebook or X or blog
    L: Hey world, I just needed to let you know that I don’t care about [detail] and I don’t care if SHUT UP, YOU LOSER tells you about it either.

  2. I’m about to apply for another job (options that fit are few and far between), so the race is on (don’t worry – it doesn’t close until 11/1 and then it’s likely 2 more weeks before I find out if I’m even in the running (if they even bother to tell me, which frequently places don’t)). Let the race begin!

    [and hopefully the absence of the Almighty Errol is due to games and K-drama, not unpleasantness – in which case, the race is null and void and there are only sincere wishes that things get better]

      1. Glad you (and, theoretically, yours) are okay. Well, I’ve applied. Now the waiting game begins — and I get to see if they call me in (again) and then wait some more (to see if _this_ time they make the right choice. 🙂

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