Idle nonsense from earlier this year
Between paint-splatters, online.
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Her: Wanna play scrabble? I'm bored.
Me: I'd be delighted but I'm painting my kitchen. There's yeast everywhere. Er...not as gross as it sounds.
Her: You sure?
Me: Bread. I was baking bread all night. My weird stress response.
Her: Ah. I prefer alcohol.
Me: Me too. But I have a child. I can't say "Here's a change of pace little fella, daddy's throwing up on you tonight."
Her: I suppose. Though it's been done.
Me: By Robin Williams among others. I stole the line. Wanna help me paint?
Her: Nah. I'll stay here under my blankee.
Me: Fine. You can come here and sit under a blanket and WATCH painting if u want.
Her: 'You' want. Don't use 'u' in place of 'you'. You're over 40. it's unseemly.
Me: I am? I'll get back to you on that if I accept it.
Her: Heh. In my mind you're still 16.
Me: In YOUR mind? Hell. In MY mind I'm still 16. Despite my best efforts.
Her: You're still younger than me, dude. I'm one month older. It makes all the difference in the world.
Me: On what plain?
Her: Yogurt?
Me: Astral plain, I meant.
Her: Astro plain yogurt?
Me: Very well madam. Would you like that with granola?
Her: Yes. And blueberries.
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...what can I say? It made me smile.
Sept. 2010
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