My Mother who takes great pleasure in trying to kill me, over andover again!
I am busy pecking away on the computer, trying to finish the revisions to my book, and Mother comes hopping in from her garden and lays down a flat basket filled with garden goodies including a very smelly batch of chives on the desk right next to me and left the room.
I have no idea why other than she wants to kill me but doesn't actually want to witness it.
Immediately, I began to wheeze and gasp for air!!
"Mother, can you take your weeds off the desk please.
This is the library not the kitchen."
"Mother!"
"Mu--gasp, gasp!!"
Blondes need to watch other Blondes like a hawk!!
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