It Could Happen to Anybody
Sugar, you look like Wilma Flintstone with your hair all pulled up like that.
I'm thinking about wearing a bone in my hair tomorrow. What do you think?
I'll give you ten dollars.
Twenty and I'll wear a necklace made of gigantic pearls.
You're on. Sugar, why are you taking one tennis shoe home with you?
Ah. Well, I grabbed my tennies out of the closet this morning. You know, so I can take my walk at lunch.
Yeah.
Well. I looked down and noticed my left shoe looked funny. I rubbed my contacts around in my eyeballs, cuz this pair is on its last legs and everything looks furry. I had on my right shoe and Big Daddy's left. They are both white, see, and in the morning light and my haste I didn't look too closely.
Just when on your walk did you notice this?
About 30 minutes in.
Sugar you're hopeless.
Yabbadabbadoo.
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