Everyone imagines possible scenarios and their potential outcomes, right? Well, tonight I was thinking about what might happen when my parents visit tomorrow morning. One possible scenario goes like this. After my parents arrive, Sarah comes down from the loft wearing only a nightie, and Devin follows behind. This leads to the following exchange between my mother and I:

Mom (glancing at Devin and whispering loudly into my ear): Who's THAT?

Me: Oh, that's just Sarah's Phoenician love slave.

At this point I was quite amused, but then I began to doubt the plausibility of this statement. After all, what the heck is a Phoenician, and what does one look like? This lead to the following revised exchange:

Mom (glancing at Devin and whispering loudly into my ear): Who's THAT?

Me: Oh, that's just Sarah's Irish love slave.

I slay me. I mean really... the concept of an Irish love slave just makes me giggle. Gosh, sometimes I'm a real hoot.

And then it occurred to me, no really, what the heck is a Phoenician? At first I was afraid I had had a mental lapse, and I was really thinking of a person from Venice, but then the Internet saved the day and explained to me that a Phoenician was someone from ancient Phoenicia. You know what they say - if it's not on the Internet, it doesn't exist.

Peace out!