I inherited a writing desk from my great-grandmother and it has quaint little drawers in the fold-down part. When I write bits of things down, I stuff them in one of the little drawers―waiting for the right moment to use them, of course. Well, as the Walrus said, “The time has come!” So here’s something I’ve pulled from the drawer…expect more of these from time to time.
A conversation with my younger brother… dated 3/11/07.
Me – “Your face is always dirty…why don’t you wash it?”
My brother – (In a highly offended/dignified tone) “Just what do you think I am?”
Me – “A slob.”
As I recall, he tried to look offended―but cracked up laughing and gave himself away. He’s older now so he’s not a slob anymore.
:-)
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