My dear friend Hawkeye says he reads blogs before breakfast, which I thought was a delicious title for a once a week series of drabbles that I can write quickly before breakfast, and one could read quickly before breakfast, that have no greater purpose than to perhaps elicit a small chuckle before a dreary day at work.
For the first, I thought you’d enjoy this conversation I recently had with my mother..
“What do you want for your birthday”
“A sewing machine”
“Not a chance in Hell”
“A world globe”
*raises eyebrows*
“Ok, how about a year’s supply of shampoo, conditioner, cleanser and st..”
“Don’t be stupid”
“How about some money for my trip”
“No, I know what I’m getting you, you are all sorted”
And the point of that conversation was? I shall never know.
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