conversations between my sisters and me are never dull, hardly filled by awkward silences –unless ate says something offensive… (low blow, bro!) =P
a huge topic over dinner last night was of love. and i only barely noticed that while jenny is in love with a mutt (sorry, dave, there’s no other word for it); while maye is crazy over karlia, black and mexican; and while yvette is dating steve, a beautiful black man from the way yvette describes him; i consistently date pilipinos.
when yvette made that insightful observation, i commented, “self love, everyone, self love…”
to which yvette replied, “well, we’re world love…”
touche, ate, touche.