Have A Quickie With My Mom and Me....Er, Whatever
"We have story!" my mom did declare.
"Oh yeah?" I responded enthusiastically.
"We were on our way home on County Road A42," she did respond. "And out of the ditch came two cats just sprinting onto the highway.
"And you know your father....Mr. Driver's Ed Teacher," she did insult, "he comes to a complete stop on the highway."
She did pause.
"And the cats ran directly into the front right tire of our minivan! Thunk! we heard. Talk about masochistic cats! Gotta go -- it's dark out!"
She did click.
I did laugh.
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"What did the doctor do for you?" Mom asked.
"He gave me a prescription for Vicodin," I said.
"Oh," she said concerned. "You're not going to take it, are you?"
"Nah," I said. "I figured I'd sell it on eBay."
She actually gasped here. I really thought narcotic trafficking would be an excellent third job to pick up. She disagreed.
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Speaking of eBay, I put one of SIX laptops we have in the house (the one we don't use and was not administered to us by an employer) up for sale last night.
It sold in two minutes.
TWO minutes.
That was a nice surprise.
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My life as a superhero....
My major power would be storytelling and questioning villains to death.
My major villain would be Dr. Phil.
My kryptonite would be a fractured rib, thereby making it painful to laugh which saps my power dry.
My costume, for reference, would be flannel pants and a long sleeve T and a baseball cap.
You can call me WonderLez. It's okay.
"Oh yeah?" I responded enthusiastically.
"We were on our way home on County Road A42," she did respond. "And out of the ditch came two cats just sprinting onto the highway.
"And you know your father....Mr. Driver's Ed Teacher," she did insult, "he comes to a complete stop on the highway."
She did pause.
"And the cats ran directly into the front right tire of our minivan! Thunk! we heard. Talk about masochistic cats! Gotta go -- it's dark out!"
She did click.
I did laugh.
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"What did the doctor do for you?" Mom asked.
"He gave me a prescription for Vicodin," I said.
"Oh," she said concerned. "You're not going to take it, are you?"
"Nah," I said. "I figured I'd sell it on eBay."
She actually gasped here. I really thought narcotic trafficking would be an excellent third job to pick up. She disagreed.
******************************
Speaking of eBay, I put one of SIX laptops we have in the house (the one we don't use and was not administered to us by an employer) up for sale last night.
It sold in two minutes.
TWO minutes.
That was a nice surprise.
******************************
My life as a superhero....
My major power would be storytelling and questioning villains to death.
My major villain would be Dr. Phil.
My kryptonite would be a fractured rib, thereby making it painful to laugh which saps my power dry.
My costume, for reference, would be flannel pants and a long sleeve T and a baseball cap.
You can call me WonderLez. It's okay.