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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

A Quiet Afternoon

I was just leaning out of my second-floor window to get a good look at a weird dog when a man emerged from the shrubbery and shouted "I'm your Romeo! The one you've dreamed about!" So I shouted "How do I know you're the one?" And he hollered, "Can't talk now! Ice cream truck four houses down!" and he took off. I always knew my Romeo would have ice cream obsessions, I just never knew he would have such enormous side-whiskers. I've set a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the porch in case he comes back.


Blogger Megan McMillan said...

Were you trying to execute Yves Klien's "Leap into the Void" again? Well, stop it! Conceptual art is over and done with, baby.

11:45 AM  
Blogger Esther Wilberforce-Packard said...

Eeew, no! I've moved on! This is where I'm at now! Disregard the fellow behind the curtain.

1:32 PM  

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