Stiltskin....Rumpelstiltskin.
It happens every day around mid afternoon. We are tired and likely suffering from dehydration...and the conversation always tends to head south.
Big J is going to be a dad for the first time this summer, and so Little Bro made a wager that the baby would be born a week late.
"What's your wager?" I ask...
"I get the baby" says Little Bro
"The baby?! Who are you, fucking Rumpelstiltskin?" I ask?
Well really.
"Who's Rumpelstiltskin?" asks Little Bro.
Now, I love my lil bro...but sometimes he makes me wonder. There's 10 years between he and I...I'm the old chick, and the stuff I figured everyone knew...
Frigalmighty I sound like my folks. Shitballs.
Six Foot Scary, St. Louis and Work Sista joined the conversation. I refreshed their memory on the story of Rumpelstiltskin (Six Foot Scary is old like me and remembered), but do you think we could remember how the story ends? It was a happy ending for the girl...but what happened to Rumpelstiltskin?
Do you remember?
St. Louis googled.
Gawd bless the makers of Google.
Originally the story ends this way:
Rumpelstiltskin ran away angrily, and never came back.
However, and this is disturbing, the ending was revised in 1857 where Rumpelstiltskin drove his right foot so far into the ground that it sank in up to his waist; then in a passion he seized the left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.
That's just gross!
The chat fluttered between the freakish minds that came up with the revised ending, The Grimm Brother's movie (which was good by the way), then ended with a few final jabs at Little Bro..
And that was our strange conversation of the day.
In the meantime, we really are building a water treatment plant here....honestly.
I think I need to go to bed early..and drink more water....
