Plip, plip . . .

Sep 03, 2006 15:23

That's the sound of my marbles dropping out one by one ( Read more... )

Leave a comment

Comments 14

akane42me September 4 2006, 16:32:55 UTC
Oh my gosh. What a horror of a mess, chasing down the road searching for her. I hope the two of you have sorted it all out by now, and that the chill in the air is a thing of the past.

Why didn't she speak up? Only she can tell you her reasons. When you suggested the umbrella, she chose what happened next. She chose not to remind you of the doctor appointment. She surely knew that you had forgotten about it. If indeed she was playing a martyr's game, what a shame.

As for those marbles, scoop them back up, unscrew your head and toss 'em back in. You're gonna need them.

Reply


cousinnat September 5 2006, 00:59:03 UTC
I think she had quite an adventure, and is secretly pleased with her ingenuity. The cherry on top is being able to make you feel guilty! :)

Nat

Reply


sensine September 6 2006, 16:37:42 UTC
Oh wow! But I think you are a good dil - what with having her living at your house and everything. There wouldn't have been a marble left in my head if I were to have my mil living at my house, no matter how nice she is (I know - I put up with her six weeks ev-e-ry summer O__O )

Ask yourself her motives for not reminding you - well, okay, maybe she genuinely didn't want to bother you, but...and she had a blast, didn't she? Adventure and suffering without harm?

plip plip? LOL

Reply


Leave a comment

Up