we hang on to a certain joke in the family during ramadan and it pulls us through every sehri. although this year i wasn't with my nuclear family i was still surrounded by family. family that understands me. family that won't let go of a joke until you can't breathe any more and you might need to start screaming so everyone quiets down just so you can let the pain in your stomach subside and add to the already beaten joke and start up laughing again. this year it stemmed from when ushi was picking up my bowl before i was done. triggering an episode where ushi and lali were on an airplane and the airhostess took her drink before it was done. in our minds what happened next was not that she politely said sorry and replaced her drink with another one [i.e. the truth] but the following...
- handed her the same can from the garbage bag
- shuffled through the bag to find a random can
saying "this is good too"
-- "this has a shade of lipstick that suits you"
-- "if i can drink from it later in the back you can too"
-- "if the kids i'm smuggling in the kitchenette don't complain, you shouldn't either"
-- and so on and so on
*phew*