I swore when I woke up this morning that it was suppose to be September 17th but when walked passed the calendar I took a look at it only to find that September 17th had come and gone and that it was in fact the 28th of September. Did I some how manage to sleep for two weeks straight (I know I'm tired...but not THAT tired). Or did I accidentally enter some sort of time travel paradox that only I am aware of (suddenly the Twilight Zone theme starts playing in my head...doo, doo, doo, do...doo, doo, doo, doo). If that was the case then why couldn't I have gone back in time when I use to be skinny and the "sisters" were still perky. Either way I knew something wasn't quite right.
Well along came little miss Abrie (she must have sensed my confusion). "Mom whatcha' lookin at?" Me: "I'm trying to figure out what happened to the calendar...do you have any ideas?" Abrie: "Ya!" excitedly, "I crossed 'em all off...it makes time go faster!". Who knew the key to time travel was so simple and why didn't I think of that sooner.
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I know how to spell I promise I mean clever dah. No wonder I always got D's on my spelling tests. Ha
Ok so i'm making a mess of your comment bored I spelled clever like cleaver in the original comment. So I tried to delete it and I didn't think it worked so then I wrote what you see. geeze
I was saying that- Children make everything so simple. They decide to cross some days of a calendar and poof time has gone by faster. She is a (clever girl) ginnie just like her mom. I haven't talked to you for a while. I can't wait tell you are here for good. I need a great big hug.
By definition a cleaver is a heavy knife with a broad blade, used by butchers.
Knifes are sharp, therefore making your statement "Abrie is cleaver like her mother" correct. I just take that as she is “sharp” like her mother. Except I've never been used by a butcher before. (although that would make for a great story)
laughing.hard.
that's pretty hilarious!
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