Friday, January 9, 2009
Presenting, For the Edification of the Publick, A Heart-breaking and Tragick Tale of Ill-Spent Youth and Wasted Opportunity
... or, in modern parlance, A Conversation Between My Father and Myself In Which I Am Reminded That I Am No Spring Chicken.
My gchat away message: this seriously is the forever week
On Thu, Jan 8, 2009 at 10:25 AM, Warren S. wrote:
Hi prec, and I agree, this week is endless. Cleaned out my pantry yesterday - was getting "pantry pests" as in things breeding in my cormeal, flour etc. I'm now a new man.
On Thu, Jan 8, 2009 at 10:36 AM, Alison S. wrote:
Hmm, maybe I should do that. Perhaps I'm suffering from potato weevil malaise. It strikes the very young you know.
On Thu, Jan 8, 2009 at 11:22 AM, Warren S. wrote:
doesn't that mean you don't have to check?
On Thu, Jan 8, 2009 at 11:58 AM, Alison S. wrote:
oh snap. you are right. i am past the age of very young.
*goes and sobs in the corner*
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3 comments:
i would think that if your dad told you to check, it means you are very young thus you ARE a spring chicken! the world is yours!
yeah my response makes no sense i know.
whoa you and your dad have witty conversations. i had to re-read this post 3 times. i think i understand now....i think
haha yea umm is there a translation here for plebians? i definitely had to reread that multiple times, b/c apparently i interpreted it incorrectly the first few times...
but sigh, i guess it's true, we are no spring chickens.
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