Ah-woooooooooooo

On the topic of insane Native American stereotypes . . .

Curtis: This guy I know [who is also Native], his son sends me messages on Facebook. But we're not friends. I don't know how it works, we just communicate somehow.

Sally: Is it telepathically? Do you communicate through your minds?

Curtis: Yes. Because we're Indians, and all Indians are magic. 

Sally: Ah. 

Curtis: Our wolves talk to each other.

Sally: Through wolfogram?

Curtis: No, our wolves have Facebook pages, and they read our thoughts, and then they talk to each other about what we're thinking and send messages to each other on Facebook. And then they tell us what the other person is thinking. 

Sally: Do you get messages from my wolf?

Curtis: No, you're not Native American.

Sally: My great-great grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee princess.

Curtis: Of course she was.

Sally: Can I have a wolf now?  

Curtis: No. 

We all have our nerdiness.

Curtis found this meme and posted it on his Facebook page, and I commented. And no one said anything until I mentioned it. (Yes, I'm that person.)

Sally: I can't believe no one got my Judy Blume shout-out. 

Curtis: What are you talking about?

Sally: What I said about the This Is Dog meme. No one said anything.

Curtis: About what?

Sally: Okay, there's this book by Judy Blume called Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. So I turned it around and said "Are you there, Dog? It's me, Teragram."

Curtis: That's not funny.

Sally: Yes it is.

Curtis: And who the hell is Judy Blume? Did she write Where the Sidewalk Ends?

Sally: No, that's Shel Silverstein.

Curtis: God. Of course you'd know that. Nerd. Book-loving librarian nerd. NERD.