I hit my foot on the side of
the dresser and it got blue black so I told my son to pass me the Iodex then I
whispered, “Do you hear how that sounded? Your grand parents used to ask me to
pass them the Iodex now I am asking you. Lord ah getting old… Oui.”
“No you are not!” He shouted.
“Mom, don’t say that! I do
not like to hear you say that!” My daughter shouted.
‘Okay, okay~ Life is what you
make it~ I am getting younger.
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