By the end of the week, we're all a little punch drunk
A conversation:
R: I need to go somewhere warm! I'm tired of being cold.
B: Like an island!
Me: Or Arizona! All that dry heat. Lovely!
(a pause in the conversation for a few seconds, enough time for H to poke her head out from the bay where she was putting away meds)
H: Did you say TACOMA?
Much laughter ensues.
A conversation later that day:
(What I hear because I'm in the back filing) B: *mumble mumble* Yeah, I'm definitely going. *mumble mumble*
R: I think (Lar) is driving.
Me: Are we going to Tacoma?
Much laughter ensues.
B: I was saying that I was kind of rude to that lady and that I'm definitely on the bus to hell (a euphemism that we use when we've done something rather evil). But I could see hell being in Tacoma.
So now if you hear about me going to Washington, I might just be on my way to hell. One never knows.
R: I need to go somewhere warm! I'm tired of being cold.
B: Like an island!
Me: Or Arizona! All that dry heat. Lovely!
(a pause in the conversation for a few seconds, enough time for H to poke her head out from the bay where she was putting away meds)
H: Did you say TACOMA?
Much laughter ensues.
A conversation later that day:
(What I hear because I'm in the back filing) B: *mumble mumble* Yeah, I'm definitely going. *mumble mumble*
R: I think (Lar) is driving.
Me: Are we going to Tacoma?
Much laughter ensues.
B: I was saying that I was kind of rude to that lady and that I'm definitely on the bus to hell (a euphemism that we use when we've done something rather evil). But I could see hell being in Tacoma.
So now if you hear about me going to Washington, I might just be on my way to hell. One never knows.