Tasmiya

I can remember an acquaintance used to answer her phone, “Anwar residence,” which I thought pretentious and a bit too posh. I quickly shook that idea out of my head. I mean at least the person on the other end of the phone knew immediately if he/she had the wrong number. Then one day this acquaintance needed a lift home from school. Any normal person would ask if we were going past her house but no..she had to say, “Are you travelling past my estate?”

Estate? It’s a house for crying out loud.

Anyway..

Nothing much to report here at Camp Tasmiya/Tasmiya Estate/Palace Tasmiya. It’s just been a hectic week with nothing to show for it bar a grumpy woman,three grumpy boys and one grumpy cat. Then there is husband and the other cat – they never get grumpy alhamdulillah. Just what is their secret?

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Him (looking sullen and depressed): I’m getting so fat!

Her: You look good in those pants. Those pants fit you well.

Him (nearly in tears): That’s because these are my FAT PANTS!

Her: Oh. Well..ummm – I would never have guessed.

Him: *sob!*

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Tasmiya: So what would do if you discovered an alien in our backyard?

6 year old: I would make friends with it and look after it.

Husband: Yeah, me too. What about you?

Tasmiya: I’d report it to the appropriate authorities and demand a finder’s fee.

*waits for death stares*

*they don’t disappoint*

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Despite the fact I am so insensitive and sometimes deliberately try to stir him up so, husband just laughs it off and never stews or sulks. As Dictator Princess always says, “Don’t hate y’all – just say machaAllah.”