a you-know-what
Kate and I are sprawled in the living room, faithful dog Mollie on the floor at our feet.
"I feel like a you-know-what," I say, mindful of Mollie's ever-alert ears.
"An ice cream bar?" Kate asks.
"Um, a you-know-what," I say again, eyeing Mollie significantly, "although I wouldn't say no to an ice cream bar."
"Oh," she says. "I was just thinking about how I wanted an ice cream bar and I assumed you meant the same thing."
Mission? Accomplished.
"I feel like a you-know-what," I say, mindful of Mollie's ever-alert ears.
"An ice cream bar?" Kate asks.
"Um, a you-know-what," I say again, eyeing Mollie significantly, "although I wouldn't say no to an ice cream bar."
"Oh," she says. "I was just thinking about how I wanted an ice cream bar and I assumed you meant the same thing."
Mission? Accomplished.
posted by Jess at 3:21 PM
2 Comments:
a milk bone?
yes, a w a l k.
Appropriately, my word verification is ribfpie. Sounds like something Mollie would like.
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