Again, at the campsite this morning.
I was wiping the grit off the picnic table my brother and I had dragged (I don't lift so well, these days) to the site to accomodate the crowd and one of the people I don't know so well says, "You'll make a good wife some day."
I said, "Hell no, I need a wife. I fired the last one."
There was stunned silence.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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2 comments:
that is so you N.
good fer you!
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