April 3, 2008

What's in a name?

A little explanation about the title of this blog:

When I was younger (maybe 3-ish) I was sent upstairs to put on my pajamas and get ready for bed. I came back down shortly and launched into a long explanation about why I couldn't be upstairs by myself and other things that were really important to me that I thought my parents needed to know. I ended the speech with "and that's my Egypt".

My parents had a very hard time not falling down laughing. I'm sure it was quite a sight, me with my serious face and garbled sentences. It must have made perfect sense to me at the time, but it was classic pre-school logic that no one really understands.

The phrase has stayed in my family and is usually repeated after someone has a long-winded rant about something that's not all that important (which I never really grew out of doing). So it kinda fits perfectly.

2 comments:

Andrea said...

Best Linnea story. Ever. :)

joanna said...

the above is quite true.
and this is comment number two.