Wednesday, March 09, 2005
This is a post to make my daughter feel guilty
Let's pretend I am sitting here typing it in the dark, okay?
Damaris came over here for lunch. She wanted me to meet her in town, but I was feeling groggy and still wobbly on my feet (A from ANOTHER nap and b from the knee thing), so I declined. "I don't want you to spend your money on meeeee," I sighed pitifully. But she did anyway, bringing me a lovely roast beef sandwich from SqueezeNose. (You probably know them as Quizno's, if you don't have a Mike in your family.)
We had a nice lunch and did not give the poor dog ANY (except crusts, which of course is so not fair). We laughed and complained and made plans. But now she is gone and I am all aloooone.
I want her to hurry up and quit her minimum wage not even full time job at the flower shop where they are mean to her and don't appreciate her, and come to work with meeee, as we planned when she moved down here. So we can have lunch together a whole bunch and laugh all the time while we work and make people happy all over the world selling them wonderful books.
But of course I would never nag her about it.
Damaris came over here for lunch. She wanted me to meet her in town, but I was feeling groggy and still wobbly on my feet (A from ANOTHER nap and b from the knee thing), so I declined. "I don't want you to spend your money on meeeee," I sighed pitifully. But she did anyway, bringing me a lovely roast beef sandwich from SqueezeNose. (You probably know them as Quizno's, if you don't have a Mike in your family.)
We had a nice lunch and did not give the poor dog ANY (except crusts, which of course is so not fair). We laughed and complained and made plans. But now she is gone and I am all aloooone.
I want her to hurry up and quit her minimum wage not even full time job at the flower shop where they are mean to her and don't appreciate her, and come to work with meeee, as we planned when she moved down here. So we can have lunch together a whole bunch and laugh all the time while we work and make people happy all over the world selling them wonderful books.
But of course I would never nag her about it.
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