*I walk into the computer room, wrapped up in a warm fuzzy blanket with a lovely American Indian design on it*
Me: I feel like a squaw.
Him: Yes, you are squa'.
Me *laughing* No, not square, Squaw.
Him: Squa' in the nuutz!
*I roll my eyes and stand tall*
Me: I have the broad shoulders, long, straight hair, straight nose, high cheekbones...*laughs* Only I'm the palest squaw there ever was. Darn my Welsh and Irish heritage! *laughs and grins* (I'm Welsh, Irish, Cherokee, and Choctaw, you see...)
Him: Poca-caucasian-as!
*I burst into laughter, laughing so hard I have to prop myself up, hands on knees to keep from collapsing to the floor giggling*
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