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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.

2 Comments:

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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