small world

Oprah Winfrey had her annual physical this afternoon. Her vitals were checked, some blood was drawn, and she is doing just fine.

To celebrate, we shared a vanilla ice cream cone from the Dairy King. We sat in the Dairy King's parking lot and took turns licking it. Oprah Winfrey loves vanilla ice cream and I like to get it for her on special occasions. She sat in the passenger seat and I sat behind the steering wheel. We splurged and payed extra for a waffle cone because I had never had one.

We called mother to tell her the good news before we left the Dairy King. She was out with her new boyfriend, Kiefer. They had just seen a movie and they, too, had just finished eating ice cream.

"That's funny," I said. "You just ate ice cream and we just ate ice cream."

There was a pause.

"You and Oprah Winfrey just went out for ice cream," she said.

"Yes," I said, and was going to go into more detail about Oprah Winfrey's physical, but stopped because I heard laughter coming from my mother's phone.

"Who's that?" I asked. "Who's that laughing?"

"That's Kiefer," my mother said. Laughter was still hanging out in the background.

"What's he laughing at?" I asked. "What's so funny?"

"It's nothing, dear," she said. "It's nothing. Give Oprah a kiss for me."

I began to say goodbye to my mother but she hung up before I had the chance to finish.